A/N: Just a little ficlet written for a friend's birthday. Unbeta'd due to time contraints, but please forgive any errors. Muah!

"What are you wearing?" Harry asked, though he didn't really need to. The sight of his boyfriend traipsing around their flat in nothing but Harry's old, worn out Gryffindor t-shirt was one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen.

"What, this old thing?" Draco asked, lifting the hem in the back just enough to reveal one pert, pale arse cheek.

"Yes that." Harry asked with gritted teeth.

"Oh, just a little something I threw on. I needed a glass of water."

Draco walked through the sitting room, where Harry was supposed to be sleeping tonight, and into the kitchen. Harry promptly forgot whatever it was they'd been fighting about, and followed the blonde.

Draco hadn't even managed to turn on the tap by the time Harry had him pressed into the counter, nipping at his neck and rutting against his naked bum.

Breathlessly, Draco asked, "Does this mean I can go shopping tomorrow?"

Shopping? Oh, yeah, that's what they'd been arguing about. It seemed silly now, with Draco pressing into him, and all his blood running south.

"Yeah, if I can come back to bed." Harry said, as he pulled Draco's earlobe into his mouth, sucking gently.

Draco groaned, "I insist that you do."

Draco would definitely spend way too much on trivial things tomorrow, but Harry figured he'd make him earn it tonight.