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Sharp teeth are good for a lot of things.
Uthvir has sharpened theirs by dint of considerable effort and learning. Their teeth are strong. Their points are not just for show. They’ve bitten through their own lips, and sliced open their own tongue; cut their cheeks to ribbons on them, and smiled with blood-stained teeth. Invading tongues withdraw as they are raked open.
There is always a vague notion of peril with they bring their mouth close to sensitive areas.
Plush lips press against theirs. No demanding tongue. A curl of a smile, and a wink. Mind your teeth.
Stiff lips yield to them, only just barely, but the breath that escapes is still somewhat telling. Mind your teeth.
Demanding fingers close around their chin, dragging their head upwards as blood drips down their spine. Mind your teeth.
I will, they promise.
But behind the promise is always the notion that it could be broken, at a moment’s notice. If they decide it is worth it to take a bite from someone’s lips. To split their skin. Slice their tongue. Even remove an offending digit, perhaps.
Or if, on some unlikely occasion, they should chance to forget how sharp they are.
Kisses sweet as honey. Hard as a knife to the throat.
Mind my teeth.