At that, Harry beamed, a true display of adoration for the man besides him.<br/>It had been the humility of the request that made Harry’s heart soar, almost wanting to laugh to release the pressure building in his chest. A kiss was nothing special, and yet it was when Draco asked for it like that.<br/>Making a point of sitting up straighter, resting his weight on his elbow, Harry withdrew his hand from the lining of Draco’s pajamas. Instead, his hand settled at the curve of Draco’s jaw. It added a step, dedicating a cherished little moment to just be and not<span style="font-style: italic">begin</span>that made Harry’s heart flip, too much wrapped up into so little.<br/>When Harry leaned in, he first pressed a kiss to Draco’s cheek, there muttering a sweet nothing.<br/>“Happy 30th, babe,” he smiled before turning his head enough to catch Draco’s lips in a kiss.