It didn’t feel like it had when he had pushed Draco down onto his bed and taken him in his mouth - as hot as the experience had been, it had been purely about sex. Purely about making Draco feel as good as he could, about making him lose control with pleasure and need - it was animalistic and carnal and salacious and it had felt amazing, but it didn’t make his heart sing. It didn’t make him flush from head to toe just from the pure thrill of being seen. It didn’t have his hands trembling by his sides, not sure what to hold onto to try and capture the experience best. It didn’t have him weak in the knees and arching sensually against the bed below him at the light, trailing touch of Draco’s finger at his waist under his dressing gown, the passion under his skin alone enough to galvanise him to movement.