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This time, he'd not missed, his teeth having found their way around the other male. A growl broke through his chest then, head pushing forward until the earth decided that he was unable to move Cicero any closer to it. He'd spread his legs then, balancing himself out so that he could pull back and shake his head, similar to how a dog might do with its toy. There was a tiny voice in the back of his head that almost insisted he do the same to Cicero as Damien had done to him, but after a moment of actual thought and consideration, he'd decided it was unnecessary. His point had been proven, or so he'd assumed, and that was all he'd cared about.

Alexander had held tight for several seconds longer, only to gradually loosen his grip before letting go entirely. He'd stepped away after that, but kept his sight locked on the other body just in case.