The question caused a surge of adrenaline to flood Harry’s senses, deafening any other sensation that Draco’s breath against his skin. It made Harry’s head spin, selfishly accepting anything that Draco would offer him - or ask of him.<br/>The reply spilled out of him, barely a breath.<br/>“Yeah.”<br/>He tipped his chin upwards, chasing Draco’s lips but never quite catching them.<br/>“Okay, yeah,” he reaffirmed, an eagerness filling his chest and bleeding into his voice. While they had slept together only yesterday, the invitation to stay the night was different, familiar in a way that fooling around at Grimmauld had yet to become. The associations were stronger and more established, and Harry’s skin flushed warm with anticipation.<br/>Harry stretched, punctuating the reply with a kiss.