[Julian doesn't cry out but the pain is red hot for him too, blood running down his arm after Dom pulls away with the ring, spitting it to the side. He bats at him when he's back on him, hissing as his fingers burn against his lips. For a moment he's frozen, Dom's lips to his hand while his other pushes at Dom's throat, keeping him away while Dom's grip of Julian's wrist keeps him close. It's an awkward balance.
Somehow there's red staining his teeth when he sneers up at him.]
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Somehow there's red staining his teeth when he sneers up at him.]
Gonna lick my wounds now? Bad doggy.