Harry didn't mind Draco's comments; In fact, Harry himself couldn't keep a boyish grin off of his lips, unable to recall a sound as wonderful as Draco's laugh.<br/>Without any objection, Harry allowed Draco to pull him closer in for another kiss, his hands wandering from Draco's hips back onto his lower back, finally catching the belt buckle. The sight of Draco, undressed and laughing under him, had effectively made Harry far more dizzy than the alcohol could ever come near, and after a moment of unfruitful tugging at the belt, Harry's lips once again left Draco's.<br/>"Have any yourself?" Harry muttered, as his lips instead found Draco's neck, planting kisses along it as he slightly shifted his posture. Once at a distance, Harry was yet again grinning, his hands dangerously close to Draco's fly. Harry sat back slightly now able to see the beltbuckle, and, unable to resist, he pulled Draco's hips closer to his own with a firm grip on the belt. He glanced back up at Draco, grinning "Or are you all pristine and porcelain?"