Harry was very glad Ron had made such a fuss of tidying his flat yesterday as he and Draco stumbled through the front door, so busy kissing that if there had been any debris in the way they would surely have been sent crashing to the floor.

Harry kicked the door shut and mumbled several locking, protection and silencing spells as Draco hungrily kissed his neck, then dragged him into the bedroom. "Urgh," he said as he fumbled over the buttons on Draco's shirt. "I can't believe it's only been two days since I had you, it feels like forever."

Draco surprised him by covering his hand with his own, stilling him and making him look up into his eyes. "You can have me now," he said, his voice shaking ever so slightly. "I mean, um, all of me. Properly."

Harry's heart skipped a beat. "You want," he said, his voice catching with nerves and adrenaline and want. "You want that, you want to try-" He couldn't even say the damn words he wanted to, and he huffed in frustration. "You don't have to," he said instead, cupping Draco's face and stroking his thumb across his cheek bone. "It's been a hell of a day, you're emotional."

Draco inhaled carefully. "I know what I want," he said steadily, his beautiful grey eyes looked on Harry's. "I want you to worship me again. I want...I want you inside me. I know you want that too."

"Only if you do too," Harry said hastily. "We could do it the other way round if you preferred, or just like we normally do? Draco I don't want to push you into anything?" He searched his face, looking for any signs of distress, but Draco just looked back at him in earnest.

"Take care of me," he whispered. "Make me feel safe."

That, Harry could do.

He kissed his lover gently, and began to slowly walk them both all the way into the bedroom. "I'm here," Harry whispered, never forgetting the words he'd used on the night of their first kiss. "I've got you, it's okay."

Draco nodded against him. "You've got me," he said breathlessly. "You've got me."

Harry stopped them by the side of the bed, taking a slow breath and making sure his hands had stopped shaking. "Stay still for me now," he said as he carefully tackled the shirt buttons one by one, savouring the way each of them popped through their eyeholes, feeling Draco's chest rise and fall under his touch. "Let me do everything."

"Harry," he murmured with a small nod, his fingertips resting feather-light against Harry's elbows as he worked. "Love you."

"Love you too gorgeous," Harry whispered.

There was no t-shirt underneath the shirt. Harry had never seen Draco go without that additional layer of security before, but then, in Peru, it had been too hot for so many layers, and Harry had taken advantage of the easier access to his boyfriend's body unashamedly. He hoped maybe Draco had enjoyed that as much as he had, and was now feeling less inclined to shield his body with extra clothing.

He carefully pushed the shirt from his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. The curtains were open and sunshine was spilling through the window, so Harry could see every detail clearly. Draco had his eyes closed and he was breathing slowly but heavily, and his shoulders were slightly hunched. "Baby, look at me?" Harry asked softly, and felt a rush of love when Draco's eyes fluttered open immediately. "I'm right here okay?"

"Okay," Draco said shyly, then nodded. "Okay Harry. Can I um, can I take your shirt off too? Or do you want to do it?"

Harry stroked the side of his face. "I'd love that sweetie," he said. He had been concerned at the start of their relationship that they would grow out of their little ritual of undressing one another, but so far, there was nothing boring about it at all, no matter how many times they did it. He groaned happily as Draco slipped his hands under the hem and pulled the polo-shirt up over Harry's head.

The movement dislodged his glasses, so Harry slipped them off and placed them on the dresser whilst Draco discarded the shirt on the floor. There was no rush, Harry wanted to enjoy this all day if he could, so he stepped against Draco and ran his hands up and down the sides of his arms, their bellies touching, their chests rising and falling together. "All this, is mine," he said, and he loved the little grin that tugged at Draco's mouth. They were both looking down at their stomachs, touching comfortably, but Harry could still just make out his expression. "No one else has ever seen you like this. You give me you, and I don't think you always know how brilliant that is. This gift of you."