[Theo lets out a muffled cry, far from upset or fearful - it's a mix of pained and something else, a hint of self-punishment mixed in with the usual feeling that he often deserves what he gets in scenarios like this - and liking it only makes it more conflicting. Dom is licking at the wounds while they burn, a cool edge rushing in soon after, that knits the skin together and relaxes him up until Dom moves to the other side.
Why's he panting already? He laughs, too. Spectator in his own body:]
It did a lot more than that.
[Theo presses back against Dom, for a moment it's to grind his ass back up toward him - but then he's pushing his palms to the ground and trying to wrench free of him. Is he, though? Or is he just trying to get Dom to exert a little more of that possessive force? He feels a surge of twisted, horny wrath going through him. It makes him clench his teeth. Makes him want to sink his nails back into Dom, too.]
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Why's he panting already? He laughs, too. Spectator in his own body:]
It did a lot more than that.
[Theo presses back against Dom, for a moment it's to grind his ass back up toward him - but then he's pushing his palms to the ground and trying to wrench free of him. Is he, though? Or is he just trying to get Dom to exert a little more of that possessive force? He feels a surge of twisted, horny wrath going through him. It makes him clench his teeth. Makes him want to sink his nails back into Dom, too.]
Mark me better than that. Come on.