Harry didn’t move further onto the bed, still bracing most of his weight on the single knee he had on the mattress. For once it gave him the advantage, towering above Draco for the first time in his memory. It took everything in Harry not to allow himself to sink into his lap, finding that there were still too many layers of clothes between them for that to be anything but immensely frustrating.<br/>Instead, Harry tipped his chin away from Draco, a smile quick to take the place of the kiss.<br/>"You can let go of me," Harry grinned, bringing both his hands, and with them Draco’s, to the buttons of his shirt, an invitation for Draco to undo them himself.<br/>Harry wasn’t actually sure through whose volition it was that their hands remained intertwined, and while he acknowledged it made everything clumsy, he found it difficult to be the one to let go of Draco, having learned that their hands fit so perfectly in one another.<br/>Harry found that so did their lips, as he pressed another kiss to Draco’s, the kiss made chaste by the boyish smile still pulling at Harry’s lips.