That wasn’t what Harry had meant, speaking of tomorrow, but he didn’t care. While seemingly an unnecessary clarification - it felt like it would be a given that Draco, well past 7pm, was off the clock - it still piqued Harry’s interest. It even managed to stop his fidgeting, the heavy utensil slipping from his fingers with a soft<span style="font-style: italic">thud</span>.<br/>“Yeah?” he questioned, a grin inevitably growing on his lips.<br/>It had to be clear that Harry was weighing out his options by the way he looked at Draco. A million overlapping thoughts were running through his mind, unable to quite decide how to proceed. He had suffered through an agonizing afternoon, and though the tease of their calculated interactions had felt fun and refreshing through out, Harry had at once reached his breaking point.<br/>There was still an unwavering grin at his lips as he finally spoke. “Can I suck you off?”