They didn’t kiss either, not until the soapy water had been washed away and they were just standing together under the water rather than actually washing. The heat of Draco’s tongue in his mouth clashed with the minty freshness of his breath, and Harry found his toes curling up in pleasure against his will. Harry caught Draco by his shoulders before he could press closer though, pulling away with a smile and a small shake of his head. Draco only nodded and dropped a kiss to his forehead before taking it as a cue to turn off the water. They made only a minimal effort to dry off, towelling their hair, and drying between their toes before simply wrapping their bathrobes around their shoulders and tying them at their waists.