Moist lips parted, pants of hot air exchanged between them and their partners as if the breaths were life itself. A hand slid down from shoulder to elbow, burning against the flush of his skin; they were poised, virtually motionless, glowing with heat.
Then Draco dived in for another soul-searing kiss, lips melding with Harry's as his tongue stroked and sucked fiercely. Their hips bucked together, erections sending electric shocks up and down spines. Ears finely attuned for little gasps and moans, silence enforced by habit.
Harry arched back fiercely, surprised by Draco's hand encircling him roughly. Pumping once, twice, and he came with a choked groan. Draco's hand moved to grasp himself, the image of his partner permanently etched in his mind and labeled as "Perfection." Swift moments later, he collapsed atop Harry, insensate and strangely unsatisfied.
Later he would realize that he wanted more than a mindless fuck.