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01. dark
He is a monster.
Bright, bared teeth, a clutching grip, a hoarse growl. Dirt between his toes, and moonlight on his back. Broad, bare shoulders, and crystal laughter in the dark.
“Move like this.”
The command, and he is compelled. He moves obeisant, grunting with pleased effort, oblivious to anything but the scrape of nails guiding him. He bites, bruises, and is rewarded with the hitch of breath in his lover's throat, white fingers pulling sharply at his beard.
He hears a stranger's murmur, somewhere nearby in darkness, and feels a possessive snarl rise up to his lips. A tighter pull, and more laughter, and some sharp word, and someone scrambling away in terror. He presses his face to his elf's neck, cackling victorious loving laughter, and is rewarded with another breath in his direction.
“You beast.”
Bright, bared teeth, a clutching grip, a hoarse growl. Dirt between his toes, and moonlight on his back. Broad, bare shoulders, and crystal laughter in the dark.
“Move like this.”
The command, and he is compelled. He moves obeisant, grunting with pleased effort, oblivious to anything but the scrape of nails guiding him. He bites, bruises, and is rewarded with the hitch of breath in his lover's throat, white fingers pulling sharply at his beard.
He hears a stranger's murmur, somewhere nearby in darkness, and feels a possessive snarl rise up to his lips. A tighter pull, and more laughter, and some sharp word, and someone scrambling away in terror. He presses his face to his elf's neck, cackling victorious loving laughter, and is rewarded with another breath in his direction.
“You beast.”