"Sorry," Draco mumbled, realizing he had killed the mood, again.
                              
"Don't be... I can take off my shirt if it will help?" Harry said with a smirk.
                              
Draco perked his head right up, a smile already forming. He felt that warm and fuzzy feeling, again. "Really? Will you?"
                              
"I suppose...." Harry said, still grinning, but didn't move. Draco understood.
                              
"Or I can take it off?" Draco asked, shaking slightly in anticipation. Aside from the quick glance that last morning at his mother's flat, he'd never really looked at Harry in the light.
                              
"If you want..." he purred, seductively. 
                              
Draco fingered out of Harry's grip and found the fabric of his rough, cotton-blend shirt. Potter needed better clothes. Harry stared back at him, though tensely waiting. Draco slowly pulled it over his head, his glasses slightly askew. Draco dropped his shirt to the floor, not caring, and reached up to straighten his round glasses. Harry's peering eyes stared back at him and Draco kissed his lips, slowly, savoring every second. His hands took ahold of Harry's shoulders and tore him away from the wall. He slowly turned him around while they kissed and backed him toward the bed. Harry followed his movements easily and didn't break the connection. 
                              
Draco stopped him when Harry's legs hit the bed. He could push Harry backwards onto the bed, but that seemed unnecessary. He stepped closer into Harry and he sat down, still lip-locked with Draco. He pressed forward more and, finally, Harry laid back onto the soft blankets. He stared back at Draco, smiling and pulled his legs up on the bed and turning so he was completely on. Draco hopped on, straddling him across his waist. He was very aware that only fabric separated their cocks. Harry stared at him wide-eyed. Draco smiled at his nervousness. It was a rare thing to catch Harry so vulnerable, though he said nothing.
                              
"Now, I got you, Chosen One," Draco hummed. 
                              
"Y-Yeah... you do," Harry said, his fingers trembling. It wasn't fear, necessarily. It was the unknown. 
                              
"I can study you more closely... but don't worry Potter, I shalln't do anything untowards," Draco whispered fervently. 
                              
Harry glared and placed his hands on Draco's hips, dangerously close to Draco's groin. "Is that so?"
                              
Draco ignored the subtle threat and gently bounced on Harry's groin.
                              
"Merlin, don't!" Potter said. Draco could feel him becoming hard, again. Possibilities for him to explore later.
                              
"I'll try to restrain myself," he said and then rested his fingertips on Harry's stomach. 
                              
Harry's stomach contracted and he was trembling. Draco spread his fingers and palm out and gripped Harry's hard muscles. He was lean, fit and apparently very ticklish as Draco wiggled his fingers.
                              
"Come on," Harry said, squirming and laughing.
                              
"Ticklish, Potter? That's cute!" he purred.
                              
"Yeah... I won't stop until I find your spot, git," Harry said and Draco bent over, enjoying the friction against Harry's budge.
                              
"Oh... it might take you awhile... prat."
                              
"Challenge accepted," Harry said, but kept his hands on Draco's thighs. He didn't have permission to explore, unlike Draco.
                              
Draco kissed Harry and then trailed kisses down his neck to his chest. He stopped at the large scar before pressing his lips back down on it and moving on to Harry's other scars. He again restrained himself. He wanted this to last and Harry's rising boner against his was difficult to ignore.