ready for your razor teeth

val/arsi, e, 4k words

There's a dampness collecting at his temples that Val can't tell if it's from the bath or his sweat.  His nails are starting to hurt again, digging into skin a little too unkindly.  His scent grows thicker by the minute, and Val can't ignore his omega when he gets like this, not when he begs so pretty.

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