[It hurts - it's the sharpest kind of hurt, too, making Theo gasp before he's biting his lip to stifle any further cries. There's some part of Theo that has and always will find himself so easily put into a situation like this - willing to be bent or broken, harmed or hurt, by the hands of his lovers. But unlike many times before, this isn't a relationship that is designed to contain him - it isn't one of one sided possession alone. Dom and he have a bond, one that may not be perfect in everyone's eyes but to Theo... he's choosing this. Choosing to feel his boyfriend bite him, allowing himself without judgement to enjoy it.
His magic thrums within him, like a cool trickle of water; it bleeds out through his wounds, through his blood, regenerating his skin beneath Dom's lips in a steady pulse. Meanwhile, Dom is asking him to return this favor and he, panting too, turns to him.]
I can't do what I used to be able to - with the claws, the blood magic. How else - tell me how, and I will.
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His magic thrums within him, like a cool trickle of water; it bleeds out through his wounds, through his blood, regenerating his skin beneath Dom's lips in a steady pulse. Meanwhile, Dom is asking him to return this favor and he, panting too, turns to him.]
I can't do what I used to be able to - with the claws, the blood magic. How else - tell me how, and I will.