The sudden weight of Draco’s body knocked the air out of Harry’s lungs, not out of discomfort but out of a moment of white hot desire. A sound escaped him, his breath catching on his lips, muffled by Draco’s kiss. Immediately, everything was new, and Harry was desperate to reacquaintance himself with Draco all over.<br/>Even despite Draco’s attempt to keep his hair out of their faces, the angle made it impossible to maintain. With every few breaths, Draco’s hair brushed against Harry’s shoulder, making him shiver with tightly wound anticipation. In a clumsy way to remedy it and still keep Draco close, Harry’s free hand brushed through Draco’s temple, his two hands meeting at the base of Draco’s skull, the length of Draco’s hair wrapped around Harry’s hand, pulling it back.