Harry swore under his breathe but nodded when Draco’s forefinger and thumb came together to lightly pinch his nipple, "Fuck - you need to take off something right now, or I’m going to lose my mind!" Draco licked his lips and withdrew his hand smoothly. When Draco removed his own shirt, Harry knew immediately that he was out of patience. He tried not to rush, to maintain the slow unhurried pace he’d set previously, but it was a struggle when there was a great swathe of Draco’s flesh in front of him. With his trousers now on the floor, he could wait no longer.  