[ Gripping Theo's shirt, Dom feels his heart drop for a moment, rolled on his back, so familiar with this turn that he barely manages to tell himself to not just let go. This isn't Teddie, but he's so close; he's as warm, his scent is basically the same, his hands are as careful and smooth as the man he misses badly enough to pretend he's here.
Parting his legs a little bit, adjusting his position with his hips, Dom pauses to breathe, to look up at bright blue eyes and chase Theo's jawline with a nuzzle. ]
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Parting his legs a little bit, adjusting his position with his hips, Dom pauses to breathe, to look up at bright blue eyes and chase Theo's jawline with a nuzzle. ]