Harry found himself laughing though, and stroking his fingers across Draco’s cheeks, "I know what you meant," he reassured the other, "sometimes touching just doesn’t feel like enough," Draco nodded against him, his grip on Harry’s waist flexing, "but that isn’t to say I would be opposed to you being inside me at some point," he added lightly, expecting a blush and an embarrassed stutter from the other. Instead, he received a heavy look, filled with desire and promise.