By the time Draco had had time enough to object to the touch (and hadn't), Harry's hands had found the hem of Draco's shirt. Pushing it slightly upwards, Harry's fingers crept under it, running his palms against Draco's bare skin.<br/>The feeling of Draco's skin was almost too much, and in a involuntary twitch, Harry bit down on Draco's bottom lip. While Harry's thumbs were moving upwards against Draco's midriff, Harry's fingers clawed at his sides, insistingly pulling the other closer.