It was times like this that actions were better choices than words and with Harry's flustered expression and stuttered question, he really had no other choice.
Sometimes, words were merely superfluous.
Instead he shifted forward, slid the hand still on Harry's face back towards the back of his neck, and closed the last of the distance between them.
"I mean this," he whispered. Tentatively, he touched his lips lightly to Harry's, braced for any indication that this wasn't welcome.