The kiss felt like a breath of fresh air, Draco having not realised just how much he had missed the sensation of Harry’s lips against his own. It was addictive, now that he knew what it felt like to be the centre of Harry’s world like this, he had no idea if he would ever be able to go without it.<br/>His other hand finally found Harry’s hair as well, another sensation that was utterly addictive to him. The way their bodies intertwined and just seemed to fit together was making Draco’s head spin, already feeling like he was taking too much of what Harry had to offer him, but also absolutely desperate for even more. He was going to be the most of what was likely a temporary lapse of sanity that Potter was experiencing though, for as long as it lasted.<br/>Everything about how Harry treated him was just so<span style="font-style: italic">sweet</span>that it made Draco’s heart ache, feeling so absolutely taken care of that he had no idea what to do about himself, other than just kiss Harry back, hoping that he would understand.