[Theo's breathing hard, feeling the weight of Dom behind him - tethered together by touch. He listens, uncertain about what he can truly do to help him - but there is only one thought that comes to mind. He doesn't rock back so much as he slowly presses back against Dom, feeling the floor dig into his knees. There's no real movement, but he wants Dom to feel him.]

Even when you're - that version of yourself, you never really want to hurt me.

[Theo says, at least - from his own perspective on it.]

You can be rough, but that's - that's your nature. I like it. I like the way you care about me, even when you're riled up. You treat me like I'm yours and I like that, Dom. So treat me like that now. Give - give it a taste?