To forget whatever was going on in his guts, he smiled sharply at Harry before diving into his lover’s neck. He put his lips on the skin sickeningly slow and the effect was almost immediate on the younger wizard. He felt Harry wake under him and begin to squirm. He nipped gently at the skin here, his right hand exploring Harry’s bare skin lightly, a light touch who increased the temperature under the sheets. His left hand was intertwining with Harry’s.