He lifts his shirt, showing the wrath sigil marking his skin, like a different type of scar that makes the other side of his torso look like it's missing something. First the werewolf, then the sin. Dom brushes his finger over the sigil. ]
I got this from a wish I made with my coven from home. We all got sigils that are meant to represent one of the big sins. Mine's wrath. This makes people around me mad sometimes, but. It hasn't really happened here a lot, which is good.
[ He lets go of the hem. ]
My wish was to be able to turn into a wolf whenever I want to. So I could control it.
[Truth? Lie? Flirtation? He has leaned in a little to look at the sigil, but straightens up afterward. They have a lot more in common than he would've ever imagined upfront.]
That's cool. And that's why you can? Worked out, huh.
[ Devon shifts and Dom nods, a little shy. Rubbing his nape to gain some courage, he sits still to focus. Gradually his teeth grow sharper, especially his canines, the top ones peeking out under his lip, even when his mouth is closed. Deciding that's probably not that impressive, he does his ears next - large, pointy, and very much pink. ]
[He stares. He's too weeb not to - his expression is simply in gentle awe, and he reaches up to touch Dom's ears as if to make sure they're real and not some sort of illusion.]
[ Dom can't help leaning his head into the ear-touch, like an animal with an itch being scratched - he remembers himself pretty quickly, though, recomposed and awkwardly waiting for Devon's opinion, fangs still poking between his lips. ]
So, uhm, yeah. That's my thing. I learned how to do it last year.
[Did you want him in your lap to do this bc that's what you're getting - fascinated by the ears, fuck the movie. Devon's all in on this - before pausing. Leaning back to look at Dom.]
[Hands finally off Dom's ears, he puts both palms on Dom's shoulders and wiggles to put his legs back, climbing out of his lap to put his toes on the ground before he gives a little push off of Dom to stand up in front of him. But then rather than waiting for a still seated Dom to strip, he goes in for him, loosening his pants.]
[ Is this for sex, or does he actually want to see it, or both? It doesn't seem to matter; by the time Dom lifts his hips to have his pants down to his thighs, his bulge is already a little stiff in his boxers. Nothing he can't brush past. He'll go back to normal eventually. Repeat this statement until it becomes true. ]
Okay, okay— I have to stand up.
[ His ears are pulled back, and the slightest lisp from his fangs is a little more audible. ]
[Repeating that, brows up, before he's reaching to help pull Dom up to his feet. He wants to see that damn tail, and he'll start shoving down his pants and leaning to look around him to see if it's there yet.]
Wait— [ Holding Devon's arms to stop him from looking behind, uncomfortable and embarrassed. Mostly embarrassed. ]
I don't— I don't want you to see that part.
[ There's just enough distance between them now, for Dom to tug the waistband of his boxers down without really exposing everything. A lot of focus and a few seconds later, there's a pink tail. Voilá. ]
Don't touch it. I mean, you can, just don't grab it. That hurts.
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He lifts his shirt, showing the wrath sigil marking his skin, like a different type of scar that makes the other side of his torso look like it's missing something. First the werewolf, then the sin. Dom brushes his finger over the sigil. ]
I got this from a wish I made with my coven from home. We all got sigils that are meant to represent one of the big sins. Mine's wrath. This makes people around me mad sometimes, but. It hasn't really happened here a lot, which is good.
[ He lets go of the hem. ]
My wish was to be able to turn into a wolf whenever I want to. So I could control it.
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[Truth? Lie? Flirtation? He has leaned in a little to look at the sigil, but straightens up afterward. They have a lot more in common than he would've ever imagined upfront.]
That's cool. And that's why you can? Worked out, huh.
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[ Little bit of a fidget. Hard to keep secrets here, but it will always be a little awkward each time he shares any. ]
I only realized it worked after I got here. I turned into the wolf and couldn't figure out how to turn back.
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[ gestures at the movie. that they haven't been paying attention to. ]
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Yeah?
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So, uhm, yeah. That's my thing. I learned how to do it last year.
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It's - you're cool. Can you hear better like this or is it just... like, for show, 'cause you already hear better?
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Uhm, I guess. I don't notice a huge difference. It's more when I fully turn.
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D'you got a tail too or just this?
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I, uhm— [ hgnhfn ] Y-yeah, I guess. I can have one.
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[This- This isn't a kink? Question mark.]
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... I have to take my pants off.
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[Hands finally off Dom's ears, he puts both palms on Dom's shoulders and wiggles to put his legs back, climbing out of his lap to put his toes on the ground before he gives a little push off of Dom to stand up in front of him. But then rather than waiting for a still seated Dom to strip, he goes in for him, loosening his pants.]
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Okay, okay— I have to stand up.
[ His ears are pulled back, and the slightest lisp from his fangs is a little more audible. ]
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[Repeating that, brows up, before he's reaching to help pull Dom up to his feet. He wants to see that damn tail, and he'll start shoving down his pants and leaning to look around him to see if it's there yet.]
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I don't— I don't want you to see that part.
[ There's just enough distance between them now, for Dom to tug the waistband of his boxers down without really exposing everything. A lot of focus and a few seconds later, there's a pink tail. Voilá. ]
Don't touch it. I mean, you can, just don't grab it. That hurts.
[ Is he blushing? Yes. A lot. ]
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[He reaches out with lil' grabby grippers, but acts like a well trained (and reminded) toddler and does not yank on the tail. He just pets it gently.]
Make it move.
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What, like wag it?
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And then it wags. Pretty weakly. With his pants down to his thighs.
Eye contact? Never heard of it. ]
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[So cool. He beams.]
Do you think it'll wag when you cum?
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