[ There's urgency in him, the helplessness of a creature who wants something so bad and can't possibly explain exactly how. Dom helps Theo turn around, hanging over him, breathing hard, something vulnerable trying to break through the feral thing that's taken over his claws, his fangs, his eyes. ]
[His voice is soft but not quiet - he swallows hard, reaching for Dom to pull him close. He starts with another kiss because the motion of putting his mouth to Dom's neck leads him to that so naturally. But then he starts to nip, starts to bite, testing his teeth against his skin. All the while his magic thrums through him, healing away any marks on his skin before he starts channeling it into something else - for the first time. He wants there to be bite to his bite, so he focuses on that, giving himself a little more power behind the first hard bite of Dom's shoulder. He staggers it, pushing mentally through the block that comes from being in his own head, clamping down tighter still after that.]
[ Dom's eyes are open when Theo bites down, mouth gaping after a shaky moan, muscles tense and skin louder the harder teeth clench. The jolt of arousal is so sudden and heavy that he thinks he might come in a few more seconds, gripping Theo's arm, holding his breath with a grunt. A shiver blooms down his whole body, arms covered in goosebumps; precome overflows and marks a wet spot in his clothes, cock begging to jerk free and hang at full mast. ]
Y-yeah—
[ He shifts, hips against Theo's groin, blindly chasing friction and pressure against the rigid curve of his bulge in slow humps. ]
[Theo holds on, teeth still set against Dom's skin even though his first instinct is to release - he tries to hold on for Dom's benefit, even as the feeling of warm copper touches his tongue. I don't like hurting him is the thought in his head, constantly at war with this is what he wants, though. Theo finally releases the bite, sucking in a breath and leaning back to look at Dom while his own hips lift against his.]
[ Harsh breaths, unthinking thrusts, Dom grips Theo harder when he lets go, the punctures of his teeth feeling like they weigh a ton and burn hot. If they should be bleeding, they aren't just yet, an effect delayed by the same curse that left him bleeding half to death when he was a child, brushing over the wound with soft fingers and a daze in his eyes. ]
I love you.
[ Theo doesn't hate him. Despite the Wrath sigil making everything go wrong, despite the way Dom looks right now, or even what he did to hurt his boyfriend, they can still say they love each other.
And he's still really fucking hard. His voice is nothing short of pathetic. ]
[Theo's voice is full of nothing but appreciation for him - for approval of that. Even if Dom wasn't someone who he knows can get it up again quick, Theo wouldn't mind knowing he's made him come like this. It makes him feel appreciated, makes him feel like he's able to give back to Dom what he's given in return. Love, passion, need.
Theo's hand reaches down to feel him over, just to emphasize:]
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Use your teeth.
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[His voice is soft but not quiet - he swallows hard, reaching for Dom to pull him close. He starts with another kiss because the motion of putting his mouth to Dom's neck leads him to that so naturally. But then he starts to nip, starts to bite, testing his teeth against his skin. All the while his magic thrums through him, healing away any marks on his skin before he starts channeling it into something else - for the first time. He wants there to be bite to his bite, so he focuses on that, giving himself a little more power behind the first hard bite of Dom's shoulder. He staggers it, pushing mentally through the block that comes from being in his own head, clamping down tighter still after that.]
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Y-yeah—
[ He shifts, hips against Theo's groin, blindly chasing friction and pressure against the rigid curve of his bulge in slow humps. ]
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I love you- I love you so much.
🎀 soon
I love you.
[ Theo doesn't hate him. Despite the Wrath sigil making everything go wrong, despite the way Dom looks right now, or even what he did to hurt his boyfriend, they can still say they love each other.
And he's still really fucking hard. His voice is nothing short of pathetic. ]
I-I think I'm gonna come.
🎀 floating down slowly from the sky
[Theo's voice is full of nothing but appreciation for him - for approval of that. Even if Dom wasn't someone who he knows can get it up again quick, Theo wouldn't mind knowing he's made him come like this. It makes him feel appreciated, makes him feel like he's able to give back to Dom what he's given in return. Love, passion, need.
Theo's hand reaches down to feel him over, just to emphasize:]
Come for me.