[Theo was anticipating something else, so the movement is distracting - same with the way Dom moves, but he doesn't push him away even when he dips to bite. He just finds himself encouraging it - hissing aloud, reaching for Dom, hand in his hair, welcoming the pinch of his teeth in a truly reckless way.]
[ It spurs him on, makes him more insistent, all pointed teeth and fangs sinking and sliding once skin is broken, the smell and taste of blood pooling and staining his mouth. Dom moans into the largest bite so far, feverishly thinking he'll be like me, we'll be the same, he'll know what it's like, we'll be together forever. This could never turn Theo into a werewolf; to this day Dom isn't entirely sure how the curse is passed on, but what if — what if instead of a curse it was their bond?
He's panting when he lets go, looking more delirious and bloodthirsty than ever. Sloppily wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, Dom licks Theo's newest wounds like it's a kiss. ]
I love you, [ Muttered, kissing and swiping his tongue. ] I love your blood.
[It hurts - it's the sharpest kind of hurt, too, making Theo gasp before he's biting his lip to stifle any further cries. There's some part of Theo that has and always will find himself so easily put into a situation like this - willing to be bent or broken, harmed or hurt, by the hands of his lovers. But unlike many times before, this isn't a relationship that is designed to contain him - it isn't one of one sided possession alone. Dom and he have a bond, one that may not be perfect in everyone's eyes but to Theo... he's choosing this. Choosing to feel his boyfriend bite him, allowing himself without judgement to enjoy it.
His magic thrums within him, like a cool trickle of water; it bleeds out through his wounds, through his blood, regenerating his skin beneath Dom's lips in a steady pulse. Meanwhile, Dom is asking him to return this favor and he, panting too, turns to him.]
I can't do what I used to be able to - with the claws, the blood magic. How else - tell me how, and I will.
[ 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.]
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Harder - c'mon, yeah, yeah...
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He's panting when he lets go, looking more delirious and bloodthirsty than ever. Sloppily wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, Dom licks Theo's newest wounds like it's a kiss. ]
I love you, [ Muttered, kissing and swiping his tongue. ] I love your blood.
Teddie, I — I need you to hurt me back.
[ His cock twitches. ]
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His magic thrums within him, like a cool trickle of water; it bleeds out through his wounds, through his blood, regenerating his skin beneath Dom's lips in a steady pulse. Meanwhile, Dom is asking him to return this favor and he, panting too, turns to him.]
I can't do what I used to be able to - with the claws, the blood magic. How else - tell me how, and I will.
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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.