The feeling of Harry’s arms around him made Draco’s head spin, feeling so caught up in harry that he didn’t know how he had ever convinced himself that he didn’t need this. In fact, right in that moment Draco knew that he was desperate for Harry, knowing that he was willing to give him absolutely anything, as long as it meant that he stayed close.<br/>The hand on Harry’s shoulder found the many layers of clothes, something that made him smile softly into the kiss, finding a sense of familiarity in the many layers of fabric. It also made him realise just how badly he wanted them off.<br/>Gingerly, Draco broke the kiss once more, still leaning entirely against Harry, knowing that he was his centre of gravity right in this situation. His fingers was still entangled in Harry’s hair, liking how it felt between his fingers and how it reminded him of how close they were.<br/>“Do you wanna-“ Draco cut himself off as he ran out of air, his voice barely louder than a hoarse mumble. Still he hoped that Harry would have heard enough to know what he meant.