[ There's a small groan when Theo moves into him again, a responsive shift in his hips that comes very close to being a slow thrust, painfully stiff and craving more contact. His mouth stays close to his back when he lifts his head, lips parted and fangs sticking out, needing another bite. Theo is right. Dom doesn't want to get jealous, but he gets possessive when they're together, and 'like that' is no longer enough. He can't help it. He can't leave a mark at all, either.
He bares his teeth, frustrated. His claws relent before they dig in again, a cutting clutch where Theo's neck and shoulder meet to keep him from moving. Dom remembers tasting his blood from moments ago, remembers what he tasted between that girl's legs at prom, head spinning with the desire he struggled with back then and what he sees now; he gives Theo what they both want and punishes him at the same time, teeth sinking deep, anchored in flesh, making a low noise in his throat. He doesn't relax his jaw when he pulls away, tearing skin, panting while his mouth drips with blood and saliva. ]
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He bares his teeth, frustrated. His claws relent before they dig in again, a cutting clutch where Theo's neck and shoulder meet to keep him from moving. Dom remembers tasting his blood from moments ago, remembers what he tasted between that girl's legs at prom, head spinning with the desire he struggled with back then and what he sees now; he gives Theo what they both want and punishes him at the same time, teeth sinking deep, anchored in flesh, making a low noise in his throat. He doesn't relax his jaw when he pulls away, tearing skin, panting while his mouth drips with blood and saliva. ]