There was always something about the explicit permission to proceed, sending needles up Harry’s spine with the implications it carried.<br/>Hands finally reaching Draco’s hips, Harry pulled him closer, a subtle adjustment of their angle before Harry leaned in. Both essentially dressed as they had dined, fabric gathered between them, once again bringing new nuances and connotations to their evening that made Harry’s head spin. It spoke of urgency and visibility, once again making Harry’s stomach flip with a surge of adrenaline, a realization that he desired Draco like this anywhere.<br/>“I love you like this.”<br/>Harry spoke inches away from Draco’s lips, weight braced against Draco’s hips and a pitiful honesty in his voice and smile.<br/>“So good,” he repeated before finally catching Draco’s lips in a kiss, helplessly infatuated.