[He's got to admit, Dom's got a lot going for him - maybe he shouldn't be so mopey about those full moons for what it gifts him in the every day. He arches his back when Dom presses his wrist down against the grass, writhing against it and pushing the heel of his other palm up against Dom's jaw, to shove him back but that only helps Dom pull his knuckles toward his mouth.
Julian's eyes are intent in how they watch him, hissing as Dom's teeth bite down around the digit of his finger and the ring itself. If it's supposed to make him recoil, it doesn't, he just forcibly tries to shove his finger into Dom's mouth.]
If you want it, take it.
[Blood's running freely down his knuckles and he's risking losing his finger(s) all together but hey, we don't think of things in the heat of the moment. Not when wrath is rolling through them both, like a vibrant streak of ink diluting into water.]
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Julian's eyes are intent in how they watch him, hissing as Dom's teeth bite down around the digit of his finger and the ring itself. If it's supposed to make him recoil, it doesn't, he just forcibly tries to shove his finger into Dom's mouth.]
If you want it, take it.
[Blood's running freely down his knuckles and he's risking losing his finger(s) all together but hey, we don't think of things in the heat of the moment. Not when wrath is rolling through them both, like a vibrant streak of ink diluting into water.]