Harry made another little sound, though it could no longer be classified as a hum. Draco's words made the hairs on Harry's neck stand, and the kisses that followed them made his breath catch in his throat. He once again exhaled against Draco's skin.<br/>"What do you want to start?" he asked coyly, as he shamelessly tipped his head, exposing more skin for Draco to roam.<br/>With lingering touches, Harry's hand left the small of Draco's back in favour for his side, fingers brushing against the warm skin of Draco's hip where his shirt had rolled up.