No, no this wasn’t like their encounter after Draco had taken a cructiatus curse meant for him, he thought to himself as Draco trailed kisses along his neck, settling in between his spread knees on the bed, his fingers pumping carefully in and out of him. No, this was more like the time in the Astronomy tower, fuelled by the kind of love that refused to stay inside - the kind of love that roiled under your skin and fought to break free. The kind of love that rendered physical touch just not quite enough. The kind of love that made Harry want to crawl into Draco’s soul and live there forever. He could give up the kind of sex that had him panting with want and need, but he could never give up the kind of sex that had overwhelmed tears gathering in the corner of his eyes.