Parking in the alley behind the bar, Theo took Draco by the hand towards the rear entrance, not the one that Hermione had been kidnapped from which was on the other side. His dragon was not as compliant as Theo would have liked him to be. So Theo pulled Draco into his arms kissing him so deeply that it was as though Theo wanted to devour him. Pushing him against the wall, Theo slotted his thigh between Draco’s legs applying just enough pressure to make the blond moan. Theo continued kissing, caressing and stroking Draco until his dragon, finally, fully relaxed; the man complying with Theo’s every silent command. This was how Theo preferred Draco, obedient and inflamed.