Theo's mind went blank and he had no choice but to allow his instincts to take over as he pulled Draco closer, kissing back just as fiercely. He groaned quietly in protest when their lips parted, his hand still on Draco's neck, playing with the other boy's hair. Shit, he really liked Malfoy's hair.
"I'm okay with this. With having no plan and seeing where we'll end up." But he had to admit that the whole fucking-angle did scare him a bit. Mostly because Draco seemed to know what he was doing and he didn't. Theo hated not having perfect control and then Draco was being so irritatingly nice again. A tinge of annoyance ran through Theo, though whether it was directed at Draco, himself or the rest of the world was a mystery to the young man.
And then that turned unimportant as Draco bit his nipple and Theo's eyes widened as he gripped the sheets. "You sound like..." He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths as a thin sheet of sweat appeared on his forehead. "Sound like a fucking textbook, Malfoy." Theo groaned and trailed his hands over Draco's back.