[ On top of Theo, Dom rolls his eyes with a small smile, wondering what the thing might actually look like, avoiding the bizarre state of being jealous of his other self. The closest he's gotten to remembering his times as a werewolf is through dreaming, and all of that could just be made up. He'll never have a way of knowing, not unless he actually finds a way to stay in control.
In between kisses, leaning on his elbows so he can play with Theo's hair, ]
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In between kisses, leaning on his elbows so he can play with Theo's hair, ]
What about them?