The frustration of the day and Draco wearing his clothes and the way his lips worked around that fucking cucumber – it was all too much. Harry took three purposeful steps to the sofa, throwing the hummus to the ground, ignoring Draco’s startled cry, and pushed him back into the cushions. Harry lay on top, shoving his thigh between Draco’s legs and burying his nose in his neck, inhaling the fruity scent of his soap..