Draco’s wandering hands made Harry’s stomach flip, the purposeful brushes of Draco’s knuckles against his bare skin sending needles down his spine. It was far beyond what Harry had expected Draco to offer him, and he greedily accepted every bit of it.<br/>Eager to encourage the task, Harry broke the kiss with a breath, offering more space between the two of them as he relaxed back onto the table, easing his hold on Draco’s shoulders. Harry's face was flushed when his eyes dipped, pushed to the edge by choice touches and words. In contrast to Draco’s tentative touches, Harry reached for Draco as if this was a real office, rushed and ebbing over with want.<br/>His own hands reached for Draco’s fly, wanting so desperately to peel some layers off of Draco.