"She’s not mine Theo, she belongs to herself," Draco smiled down at him, and Theo smirked at the shirtless blonde, just as he looked over his skin. Not a single tattoo on that porcelain, Theo had known. Draco looked like an angel, just like Theo had known he would as a man. The hair was a little too long, hanging past his ears where it covered one eye. The trendy eyeglasses, sweatpants, and Theo expected nothing else at all, suited Draco. He looked delectable. Theo wanted to lick him all over, slowly, and not let him cum until he was a shaking weeping mess. That would be an excellent afternoon.