Draco hadn’t put on a shirt and Theo ran his hands over the light sculpting of his chest, and leaned forward putting his face into the crook of Draco’s neck. He took a deep breath of the other man’s scent and put his lips against Draco’s pulse. Theo wished he dared put a love bite there. He could not wait until Draco was his to mark as he wanted. He’d tattoo his name on both of them so everyone knew they were his. Theo’s hand skated lower over Draco’s navel and lower, sliding under the waistband of his pajamas and cupping the cock he found there. He wondered if the drugs were strong enough that Draco would sleep through it if Theo made him cum in his hand or better yet his mouth.