[ The air leaves his lungs, a sudden breath when Theo gives in and tells him what he wants to hear. Dom stays in that moment, like his body is frozen by the shocking gratification of it, the energy that mounts in his muscles and builds up more of that reckless desire to mark his boyfriend. The boy hasn't been in his right mind for a while, a cocktail of lust and wrath that burns the inside of his mouth until he does something about it, he backs away enough to roll Theo on his side and get his arm out of the way, staring down the side of his torso… at the same spot that marked the birth of a werewolf in himself. He comes down to bite that next.]
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