[Theo lets out a soft pained grunt when Dom's nails dig into him - the beating of his heart quickens, but so does the unrestricted flow of magic; knitting skin back together where it tears. Which helps when a moment later he lets out another pained cry from the back of his throat - feeling the heat of blood running down his neck in rivulets; metallic scent heavier in the air, strong to even Theo's nose.]
Fuck-
[Theo tries to press back against Dom again, finding this sense of - rigidity unwavering; he wants to hurt him back, wants him to feel what he feels. That sigil might a well be burning itself into Theo's skin, mixed with a sweetly masochistic whimper at being at Dom's mercy.]
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Fuck-
[Theo tries to press back against Dom again, finding this sense of - rigidity unwavering; he wants to hurt him back, wants him to feel what he feels. That sigil might a well be burning itself into Theo's skin, mixed with a sweetly masochistic whimper at being at Dom's mercy.]