The man’s hand brushed across his chest, forcing him down. Harry shivered as his back made contact with the soft sheets. Cold fingers ran down his collarbone, sending a new wave of shivers down Harry’s body. He bit his lower lip: the sensation wasn’t so unpleasant when he wasn’t concentrating on who exactly was touching him. Harry slowly melted away into the sensation: light, quick movements that only tested his skin and didn’t demand anything in return — warmth radiated from them.