he was far too amused with himself, easily entranced by such hypnoticism, though far be it from him to entertain the mere thought of such treasonous lust, instead having roused himself to find where his Other had gone...sitting on the couch, a wanton sprawl of limbs. kilgrave drank in the sight of himself with such an abhorrent sense of pride that made narcissus seem almost modest by comparison.   his Other baited him with such posh sensuality, despite having said nothing, recalling how pleasant it was to simply have him run his mouth and lament the harvest of civility...no, it simply wouldn’t do. none of it would.   nothing without Him ever would.   kilgrave inched along on an almost dainty foot, now settling himself in the nest astir, his hands greedy as they wandered through his Other’s hair, rolling back his shoulders to lean into him with such worship.   ‘ mmm, ’ he said, simply nosing along kilgrave’s forehead until his grip became harsh, needy, starting to scratch at the scalp where his hands pulled his head along to be able to look him in the eye a bit more readily.   ‘ hi. ’ he purred, his lips festering into a grin all the while; how delicious it was to be able to love himself so literally.
@rnurdercorpse / i’m almost sorry.
