Harry opens the door, and walks into the kitchen slamming his keys on the counter in the process.
It was a long day at work as evident by his slumped shoulders, slight limp and noticeable bags under his eyes.
As he enters, he hears footsteps from the stairs. Draco spots him, comes over and he greets him with a loving kiss.
“Hey honey, did you have a good day?” asked, their bodies still close together.
“It was fine, nothing to worry about.” replies Harry, letting out a sigh.
Draco starts to twirl his fingers in Harry’s hair, trying to comfort him. “No, don’t be like that. I want to hear about it.” he says in a genuine tone.
He leans into Harry a little more, Harry could feel his body getting hotter and his cheeks flushing.
Harry glides them to the couch, both cuddling up to each other while a small smile appears on both of their faces.
Draco places another kiss on his lips, and could feel the warmth of his husband's body against his own. He puts his hand on the back of his husband's neck, trying to pull him in closer while their tongues engage in an intense, feverish dance.
Eventually, they pull back from each other staring into each other’s eyes. Harry couldn’t feel the tension in his body from work anymore.
“Draco?” Harry whispered.
“Hmm?” Draco replied.
“You know that I love you, right?” Harry said, searching Draco's eyes for reassurance.
Draco smiles again, planting another kiss on Harry’s lips. “Yes, Love. I know.” he replied softly.