His hands left Harry's hair to wrap tight around him when he moved in closer, meeting each shift in the kiss with one of his own. A slight moan escaped his throat when he felt Harry's hands at his hips, and he realised they were pulling him closer rather than pushing him away.
Loathe as he was to break the kiss, he needed to breathe. He didn't leave Harry entirely, however, and shifted his mouth to kiss along his jaw and the shell of his ear. "God, Harry."