They stood by the window for a while, arms around each other's backs, sipping their drinks and mulling over what they could see from their magnificent view. The train tracks snaking out from London Bridge station below the building made Harry think of veins pulsing towards a heart, beating life into the rest of London.

Draco turned his body slightly, nuzzling into Harry's side, his fingers running gently up and down his back, lips tentatively finding the soft skin of Harry's neck, the tip of his ear lobe. Harry sighed, light with contentment. He leant in closer, feeling the tension mounting between them, his heart speeding up slightly, his breaths becoming deeper. "I want you," Draco murmured against his skin. "Salazar it's been too long."

Anticipation rippled through Harry's body, and he drew slightly back. He didn't say anything, just took Draco's hand, his silver eyes blazing in the soft light of the hotel room as Harry held them unwaveringly. He wet his lips, walking backwards into the bedroom, feeling like they were on the edge of the world with the windows looming protectively beside them.

"I had an idea," he said nervously as they stopped in between the glass wall and the bed.

Draco placed his tumbler on the bedside cabinet and traced his fingers softly from Harry's shoulders down to his elbows and up again. "Yes?" he asked, his voice husky.

Harry was very much in two minds about what he wanted to say, but he'd hit the mark with the flowers and the hotel – hell – even his decision with the tailcoat arrHHrobes had sort of panned out. But he was still unsure.

"You can say no," he said, awkwardly putting his own gin and tonic on the chest of drawers.

Draco smiled and kissed him lazily. "Can't say no if I don't know what it is," he pointed out.

Fuck it, Harry thought. What was the worst that could happen?

"I want to show you something," he said shakily, Draco still distracting him with loving kisses and roaming hands. "Thought maybe I could prove something."

"Prove what?" mumbled Draco from the vicinity of his collar bone.

"That I trust you."

This caught Draco's attention. He pulled away from Harry's neck, and looked up at him with a guarded expression. "You trust me," he said. It wasn't a question exactly.

"I think," said Harry carefully. "That we got in this mess, because there have been some issues hanging around us. And I want to prove to you that I'm not holding back, that I'm not afraid. I was afraid, until about an hour ago. I thought you were going to break me beyond repair."

Draco swallowed, and made to separate himself from the embrace. But Harry glanced his hands up his chest, around the back of his neck, slipping his fingers through that soft hair that made him weak at the knees, and Draco stilled, looking up at him from a bowed head with reproachful eyes.

"I was afraid of living my life without you," he carried on, hearing the quiver in his voice, his fingers rubbing minute circular patterns through Draco's hair. "I want to show you how much I will be with you, I want to give you everything Draco, everything I have. I want to show you I can throw myself at your feet when I am most vulnerable, and have no doubt that you will save me again."

"Harry," Draco replied softly, and he could see the fear on his face. This is why Harry knew something like this had to happen. Because Draco did not believe he had faith in him, he thought himself unworthy and that threatened to break Harry's heart all over again.

"I trust you, I trust you," he told him softly.

"How can you?" Draco replied, his hands balling into fists, Harry's shirt bunched in between his fingers.

"Because your virtues out way your failings," he told him firmly. "Because if you had anything left to prove to me I wouldn't have let you into my bed. Or my heart."

Draco bit his lip and looked down at their shoes, taking a long, slow breath in. "What do you propose?" he asked in little more than a whisper.

"Make love to me," said Harry, before he could lose his nerve. "I trust you with heart, body and soul. I want to do whatever you want, be whatever you want. I want to prove to you how safe I feel with you, I want you to be in control, I want to satisfy you as intimately as you want, as much as you want." Draco had gone quite still, his vision lingering somewhere around Harry's chest, eyes wide and apprehensive. But Harry pulled his fingers through his hair, along his jaw, cradling his face and tipping his gaze back up to meet him.

"If you're not ready for it," he said. "I will take you, hard. I will poor all my desire and love into you and make you breathless for more. But if not tonight, I hope there will come a day when you feel you can take me; that you can ring me out and make me scream your name because there will never be anyone else who can love me like you do, that there will never be anyone else who I will surrender too, freely, and trust my body with like I do you."

Draco gulped, visibly, trembling under Harry's gaze and touch, and suddenly Harry knew he had pushed him too far. He was being selfish, grasping for assurance that the past few months would never happen again. He should have waited, this wasn't fair – Draco had been wrung out this evening, and here Harry was begging him to sex him when he probably just needed familiarity, for Harry to make love to him like they always did, he needed safety, security-

"I'll do it," Draco's voice rasped.

Harry blinked. "No," he said, backtracking, pulling him in and kissing him earnestly. "No you don't have to, not tonight, you don't-"

Draco grabbed his hair and gripped tight, forcing Harry to look at him, his eyes ablaze. He looked shaken, scared, but he also looked determined. "I'm not losing you again," he said, his voice low. "I won't. I want you. You're," he faltered, and Harry could see the pulse flickering in his neck. "You're mine Harry Potter. You're mine and I want to claim you."

Harry, suddenly, felt nervous for a whole different reason. "You already have me," he said, but Draco was looking at him with intensity.

"What's the matter?" he breathed, leaning in to Harry's neck, whispering in his ear. "Scared Potter?" 

Something akin to an inferno lit up through Harry's body as he tried to jerk back and look Malfoy in the eye, but he grabbed Harry and yanked him back into a kiss that robbed him of his breath let alone his sight and sound. "You," Harry gasped, as soon as he could scramble for air. "Wish."

Draco pushed them against the chest of drawers, and Harry heard the ice in his discarded drink rattle against the glass. Draco's breathing was quick and deep, and soon he had to draw back, resting his forehead on Harry's as he searched for his composure. "I want this," he said shakily. "Do you still want this? Will you give yourself to me?"

Something coiled in Harry's gut that he honestly wasn't sure he'd ever felt before. He was mildly terrified, mostly turned on to within an inch of his life. "I'm yours," he said, running his fingers over skin and hair and clothes. "I trust you."

Draco took a deep, steadying breath in, eyes closed, hands holding on tightly to Harry's hair and shirt. "Okay," he said, breathing out again. He opened his eyes, bright with intensity, and Harry saw there was still fear there, as well as determination. "Okay." He gave a small smile, and rubbed his thumb along Harry's lower lip. "Fuck, I'm not sure what I'm doing," he laughed.

Harry laughed with him, feeling his nerves ease just a tiny bit. "Whatever you want," he assured him, feeling warm and prickly all over his skin. "Whatever makes you feel at ease."

Draco nodded, contemplating. "I might put some music on?" he suggested. But Harry remained mute, going against a lot of his base instincts. He had promised submission, and he was going to stick with it, for Draco.

The blond Slytherin laughed again, a little self-conscious. "Right," he said, stepping back from Harry and the chest of drawers. "I'm putting some music on."