Even after they both ad put into words that they wanted the other, the hairs on Harry's neck still stood when Draco so explicitly invited him into bed; after all, Harry had barely every seen Draco's room.<br/>Unable to fully wrap his head around it all, Harry's hands quickly moved up Draco's chest, framing the other's face and insistingly pulling him away from his neck. Instead, Harry planted an almost desperate kiss onto Draco's lips, his hands digging into Draco's hair.<br/>However raw the kiss might have been, Harry was quick to cut it short. When he once again pulled away, his face was yet again flushed. For a moment it looked like he was going to say something, but instead his hands left Draco's hair; one gripped Draco's wrist the other pushed at Draco's midriff, urging the other backwards and out of the kitchen.