Draco, obedient as ever, did as he was told. Theo kissed his way down his back, lingering over several of the familiar scars that he remembered cleaning up when Draco had been a boy. He knew every inch of this body and soon Theo would know the stories for every scar and imperfection that Draco had gained in the time that they had been separated. There would be no secrets that Draco would have from Theo Nott.