How willing Draco seemed to take off not only his own clothes, but Harry's too made Harry's head spin, and yet again, an involuntary grin appeared on his lips. Draco's hand sent shivers down Harry's spine as they moved upwards, and while there wasn't anything he wanted more than to follow suit and pull his costume completely off, his hands instead trailed down Draco's newly exposed spine. He pulled Draco closer yet again, catching his lips in another kiss.<br/>His fingers ventures down along the edge of Draco's pants, running them along Draco's belts, desperately wanting to rid Draco of the last remaining articles of clothing; in an attempt to do so, Harry's hand moved from Draco's hips to the first belt buckle. Looping his fingers underneath the belt, Harry unsuccessfully fumbled with the belt buckle before suddenly stopping in a hestitation.<br/>"Are you -" he managed, muffled into the kiss.<br/>With a firm grip still around the belt, his knuckles still gracing the very lowest part of Draco's midriff, Harry broke the kiss. "Are you sure about this?"<br/>Harry's cheeks were already flushed with anticipation and intoxication and his breathing elated, but still he searched Draco's face for an answer.