[The thing about Theo's magic is that while his own core sourcing is that minty green refresh, the mark on his hip and a hundred lifetimes of learning something different has siphoned from his bones something just as acidic and dark. It doesn't peak to the surface now but he can feel it resonating with August, wanting him to let it free; the only sign of it are in the tips of his fingers, which have turned ashen grey. Hard to see with how his arms are linked around August, one palm in his hair - hip mark flaring as Theo moves, rocking into August's hand and sighing.
He'll come soon, it's true, but he draws it out by doing as instructed - as allowed. August says bite him harder and he does, finding a spot on his neck to sink his canines into until deep grooves are left in their wake. He tongues it over, and switches to do the same on the opposing side of August's throat- sucking hard this time, bruising the skin while stopping just shy of breaking it.]
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He'll come soon, it's true, but he draws it out by doing as instructed - as allowed. August says bite him harder and he does, finding a spot on his neck to sink his canines into until deep grooves are left in their wake. He tongues it over, and switches to do the same on the opposing side of August's throat- sucking hard this time, bruising the skin while stopping just shy of breaking it.]