[Matt hisses through the sharp immediate pain of the bite on his shoulder that will leave a bruise that he might not be able to see but he'll sure as hell feel when he moves his arm. He knows that's the point. He shoves Dex back, using more force than he would ever dare with anyone else to push him back again. His fingers dig into Dex's hips, hard enough so that there will be little crescents of his fingernails left in the wake. He leans in and brushes his lips against Dex's, soft and almost sweet except for what it is and what it means. A teasing. A push and pull.]
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Tell me what you want, Dex.