Despite Draco’s willingness to follow Harry, readily leaning into the kiss, Harry didn’t allow himself to slump back against the piled up pillows. As he straightened his posture properly, his hand fell from Draco’s shoulders to his hip, and then a few inches lower to the outside of his thigh. It offered a point of stability as he in one swift motion turned them over, the kiss inevitably interrupted as Draco’s shoulders met the mattress, even though Harry had leaned forward with him.<br/>Suddenly seeming convinced it had been ages since Harry had been with Draco, he was quick to replace the kiss with another, though an almost juvenile grin pulled at his lips, thrilled.