The sound of Draco’s voice wrecked through the silence of the room, although it could have been spoken directly into Harry’s mind, the way it muddled with his hammering pulse. It sent a full body shudder through Harry, making his hands stall for a purpose.<br/>The question - the<span style="font-style: italic">encouragement</span>- was so deliberate compared to anything before it. Before Draco had spoken out loud, this could still be considered a single impulse running its course, but suddenly, this afforded a moment to reconsider, be smart and back off.<br/>Harry felt himself teetering on the verge of ruin, suspended only by the hold Draco had of his hair - and heart.<br/>His hands finding Draco’s hips, Harry pushed at him to back up and slipping off the table as soon as there were a mere few inches for him to fill.<br/>“Please, yes,” he choked, because really, there was no other option for them.