Even having anticipated the disappointment of Draco intentionally misconstruing Harry’s request, the ghost of his breath across his cheek was almost more than he could bear. It was too much and yet nowhere near enough, the tender exploration of Harry’s exposed skin making him want to undress, baring even more skin for Draco to kiss.<br/>Despite every fibre of his being wanting to give in, Harry didn’t allow himself to indulge, acutely aware of just how pitiful he was when Draco offered him his undivided attention.<br/>“Yeah.”<br/>The reply became a smile the moment it left Harry’s lips, making the corners upturn in a challenge, a split second of regained control. He turned his head further towards Draco, his nose brushing against Draco’s hair. “That’s perfect.”<br/>His free hand found Draco’s chest as if to create space. Though Harry’s hand was weightless, unable to actually push Draco away from him, he was interested in seeing if Draco was just as riled as Harry felt.<br/>There was an audible grin in his voice when he spoke, placing a kiss where he could reach it. “Thank you.”