"You...." He pauses pressing his teeth behind his lips, tongue tied. Fingers pressing at the wound on his neck, he's damp, flushed and staring. "How the fuck did I end up mated by you doll?" The words are a soft tone from his voice despite the flare of heat, this is so many levels of wrong, he's mated to another version of himself. Some cruel irony of learning to love yourself. "Did you do this on purpose?"
lips curl to bare his teeth , slickly sweet. you’re rotted , your chest is caved in , yellowed grass curling over your ribs ; all that remains of the cadaver at this stage is dry skin , cartilage , and bones. all that’s left of your body is a skeletonized ferality. he’s been eaten away , and he hates , he hates ————
unhinge your jaw , sweet boy , tuck your self loathing under the tongue. he wants to apologize , but he doesn’t know if he’s sorry , doesn’t know how to read himself that well , anymore. he is instinct , mostly , hardly half his own , and even still , even now , his teeth ache in dull rhythm. he stands , sloe eyed and wanting , at odds with that current of guilt that churns low in his belly. wants to resettle his teeth and rut in the cradle of his hips ; he is at once disgusted and hot , hot , just under the skin. both , maybe , feeding into eachother. tips his head , hands crawling along his own throat in echo of the other’s , pressing , pressing. “ is there an answer to that you’re gonna like ? ”
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