The feeling of Draco straightening his posture very much compared to the floor disappearing way beneath him; for a moment, Harry was boneless in Draco’s embrace, letting himself be urged back against the mattress without resistance, his smile only widening and he struggled to maintain the kiss though the motion.<br/>The subtle shift made Harry’s brain fog up, sending his mind reeling. His hand had slipped from Draco’s chin to his shoulder, and even blind the way Draco’s hair fell atop of it was new and brilliant.<br/>Allowing himself to relax fully into the pillow provided enough distance for their lips to part, desperate to<span style="font-style: italic">see</span>. Harry had gotten to experience Draco in a sea of silver, his hair fanning across pillows and sheets beneath him, but even more fantastic was the drape of hair falling off Draco’s shoulder, making Harry’s mouth go dry.<br/>With careful attention, Harry gingerly adjusted his grip around Draco so as to not pinch any hairs, as Harry’s hand in turn curled around the nape of his neck. Harry urged him closer with a gentle tug, infatuated.