[ He makes a noise when Julian shoves his fingers, another when the silver touches the inside of his mouth, grimacing with the pain. It makes him doubly determined, biting down until his teeth are between the pure metal and Julian's knuckles, scratching flesh and dragging the ring off as it leaves burns on the roof and his tongue, then lips.
Dom is crying by the time he releases his friend's hand and turns his head to spit the weapon, saliva mixed with blood (why does it taste so good?), looking deranged and pathetic all at once. He can't talk — his tongue hurts too much, making him breathe with his mouth open. Dom grabs Julian's face instead, shoving it with a frustrated growl. Then he grabs his hand again, thoughts wild with the taste in his mouth, and brings his bloodied fingers back to taste them a second time. ]
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Dom is crying by the time he releases his friend's hand and turns his head to spit the weapon, saliva mixed with blood (why does it taste so good?), looking deranged and pathetic all at once. He can't talk — his tongue hurts too much, making him breathe with his mouth open. Dom grabs Julian's face instead, shoving it with a frustrated growl. Then he grabs his hand again, thoughts wild with the taste in his mouth, and brings his bloodied fingers back to taste them a second time. ]