I want the K. :3c
shalalalalala kiss the hyena 10. Neck Kiss
Love yourself, first and foremost.
Those are words he’s learned to live by. Words he’s listened to since he could understand what the word ‘love’ even meant. And he damn well felt that enough for himself. Narcissistic, it may be, but the commander of the third fleet could give less of a shit.
Especially when it comes to loving himself.
It’s odd, he has to say, when he saw himself in the mirror he never figured there’d be an opportunity. But there is by some otherwordly mean, that he is able to face himself (a him that is him, but also not quite). And for it to feel as real as it does...it’s unbelievable to think it true.
But it is.
From the way his fur feels underneath clawed tips, the way teeth hurt when they dig against flesh. It reminds him that this mirror is real, this other him exists and it’s not all in his head. Not a dream but instead reality. A reality of irritation, amusement and blood but a reality nonetheless.
And he adores it.
“You’re cute,”
Sendak starts, arm hooked around his counterpart’s neck in a hold. A grasp to immobilize him to some degree. He’s not strong for no reason, and he honestly hopes that he can wiggle out to some degree. Otherwise he’d be disappointed in his own inability to weasel out of such a measly hold.
“When you’re angry.”
A hiss is made, teeth bared and he can’t help but chuckle at him (the other him) in such a display. The irritation is obvious, blood perhaps boiling under his skin and Sendak couldn’t enjoy such a sight more. This is how he makes the him who’s not quite him feel. And it’s a joy to partake in.
Perhaps if he weren’t so amused at making himself aggravated, he’d feel the same. Hearing words that he would say, having sentences taken out of his mouth when he is to respond to someone. But it’s how he treats the duplicate as well, so of course, it’s a little charming to watch himself look so agitated.
“Perhaps you should calm down,”
He tucks his head against the other’s, nose nuzzling against the fur of his cheek.
“Perhaps you should stop.”
A sharp response which is responded to with a tongue clicking, teeth giving a small nip to purple furred cheek.
“I think not.”
The growl that reverberates in his throat is one that elicits a chuckle, head tucking further to let mouth reach neck. Gentle at first, is a kiss pressed to Sendak (the other one)’s throat. A ruse of sorts before lips part and teeth are sunk past fur into skin, pulling a hiss from (not quite) himself. The squirming starts up, ridiculous as he tries to pull from the hold on him, arm and teeth both. But the commander’s not going to let up.
This is where the fun begins. And he loves every minute of it.