[ He always feels a little insane when this phase comes around — like he's not himself, or he's too much like himself, he doesn't know, and these are the things he does to deal until it's over, orgasm after orgasm, month after month. Teddie knew how to handle him back home, at least, especially with his sigil fueling what Dom can barely keep under control without influence. Theo may not have that particular magic accessory on him, but he can at least keep up with the enthusiasm.
On the floor, dazed with affection, Dom is thinking about the lace he nuzzled when he got on his knees, now long gone and discarded somewhere along with the shoe. He leans in to brush his nose against Theo's neck, seeking warmth and the familiar smell, hand cupped over his shoulder. He doesn't really have any idea of what to expect — if it'll even get used today — but he's not apprehensive, either. ]
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On the floor, dazed with affection, Dom is thinking about the lace he nuzzled when he got on his knees, now long gone and discarded somewhere along with the shoe. He leans in to brush his nose against Theo's neck, seeking warmth and the familiar smell, hand cupped over his shoulder. He doesn't really have any idea of what to expect — if it'll even get used today — but he's not apprehensive, either. ]
Which one did you bring—?