Harry could have come undone then and there. It was everything and more, the desire to be with Draco like that hitting him like a Bludger at full force, providing the same sense of vertigo as falling through thin air.<br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">Yes</span>,” he fumbled, the confirmation spilling out with an eagerness he would probably feel embarrassed about as soon as his head stopped spinning.<br/>Needing to pace themselves, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s shoulders, pushing his hands into the hair at the nape of Draco’s neck in order to pull him up and off his skin, needing him to stop if only for a moment.<br/>“Please,” Harry encouraged, his sanity hanging on by a thread, anticipation and adoration all mixed up into a single, dishevelled expression. “You’ll be so good to me.”