The little laughing sound Harry had made into the kiss had promised a joking remark that didn't ever come. While he wished and intended to be able to return Draco's compliment with the same, easy confidence as Draco had, he found himself unable to. The knowledge that Draco found him<span style="font-style: italic">stunning</span>in any sense of the word made Harry's breath catch in his throat, and any joking remark remained unsaid.<br/>Harry, instead, just beamed, flush reappearing across his cheeks. "I think you suit me."<br/>There was almost a timidness to his answer, as, though the smile remained bright on his features, Harry found himself unable to finish the sentence while meeting Draco's eye. He shifted gently, not ever moving harsh enough to discourage Draco's caresses.<br/>Placing a last, lingering kiss to Draco's jawline, Harry finally allowed himself to rest, inching a bit downward. Brushing the bridge of his nose against Draco's sternum, following it by another lazy kiss, Harry settled himself with his cheek resting against Draco's chest.