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@qimir (nsfw)

[snaggleteeth]

I want you to take a bite out of me. Your spit in the trenches your teeth leave, on my neck, my thigh, beside the cock that wants you with your thighs crossed like the shit god of a shit religion and pussy tight as strangling. I'd feel your want, black with guile, choking in my hand before the scream. When you come, you convulse like a naked artery.

2/2

[snaggleteeth]

Hmm. I'm actually really good with technology, usually.

I forgot to ask you at the party. Can you share your 'Werewolf' notes some time? Thank you.

[kobes]

[um.]

Um.

Was that
You sexting?

[snaggleteeth]

[it's 'mr. qimir' all over again.]

Yes.

[spade is a spade. except when the spade is lying about being something else.]

[kobes]

Oh!

Well, whoever you meant that for is very fortunate. You have a way with words.

1/2

[snaggleteeth]

Thank you. She is one of those 'Generation Z' girls, but I enjoy a challenge.

You can have that one. Training demands iteration.

2/2

[snaggleteeth]

Would you, though?

[it's cryptic. koby could ask what!]

[kobes]

Which one? Some are trickier than others.

Would I what?

[snaggleteeth]

Her name is Tara. She's a little angry a lot of the time.



Would you bite me?

[kobes]

Ah, I'm familiar. She feels a little like you.

Oh.
Well.
It'd depend on the context.
I don't bite people unprompted.

[snaggleteeth]

I thought the context was sexting and what follows, but now I'm intrigued. What else?

[kobes]

Oftentimes what follows sexting is "oops, wrong person, sorry, Koby" and then I go to bed.
But sometimes it's what follows, I guess.
Is that



What you want? From me?

[snaggleteeth]

I don't know, Koby. I'm not sure if you'd bite me. Then what good would that be?

[he'd object to the comparison to tara, but it reads as a compliment, really.]

[kobes]

You think I can't? Or wouldn't?

Maybe you should come close again and see what happens.

[snaggleteeth]

I think a lot of things. I'm interested in being proven wrong.

What would you feel? The drive behind your teeth? Desire alone?

Do you know?

[kobes]

[a thoughtful pause, a flicker of that sunset-pink something flaring bright on the ambient landscape of unseen power.]

I think that and
To show I was there.
That I was real, at the same time as you.

[snaggleteeth]

[is that bar low? he's not sure. one supposes one has to be real before one can be angry.

he finds he likes the answer anyway.]

Do you ever feel powerful when you fuck?

Or when you don't.

[kobes]

[there's another pause.]

It might be the only time I feel that way. I feel
Right. Like there's nothing wrong.

1/2

[snaggleteeth]

Has it ever occurred to you that the bar should be a little higher than 'there's nothing wrong?'

'Right' is something else. For most people. But you should think how you want to think.

2/2

[snaggleteeth]

How many people have you killed?

[this does not occur to him as a non-sequitur!]

[kobes]

Not really. "Wrong" has been my default state for a very long time, so feeling like I'm okay is a bigger deal than it may be to others. That's all.
Sometimes "right" is how it is, but. It depends.

Oh.
Physically? None.
By association? A few hundred.

[snaggleteeth]

I can see that.

A few hundred dead is a lot. Probably better, they aren't yours to regret.

What does 'it' depend on? Whatever makes something right?

[kobes]

I guess that's a matter of perspective. I did nothing to intervene, so they're on my conscience, the same as if I'd killed them with my own hands.

It's complicated. The way I am now isn't the way I was born. Feeling "right" took a long, long time.

[snaggleteeth]

Do you want to talk about this here, somewhere else, or not at all?

[it's an important word: want.]

[kobes]

Oh. Um
I don't know. It's
Well, you've been inside my head. I'm sure you'll find most of it out anyway, eventually.

[not an answer.]