Harry’s mind blanked. This was no mere kiss. It was passion made manifest through motion, a declaration and a claim. Harry’s head spun and his knees weakened and he never wanted it to end. He’d done some kissing before, but nothing even remotely like this. He surged into Tom’s body, pressing forward until they were aligned knees to hips to shoulders. Tom’s hands clutched his back, until one ran up his spine and into his hair, cupping the back of his head.