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That Face

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Zeb contemplates some of his friend Kallus’s best features and wonders if maybe a human could make a good match for a Lasat.

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Zeb had never been particularly interested in humans as potential lovers.

He’d known a lot of humans. Been practically surrounded by them since leaving Lasan. Had some wonderful human friends. They were smart and practical and creative and had many endearing qualities, but he hadn’t really been physically attracted to any of them.

But that all changed when he became friends with Alexsandr Kallus.

The weird thing was that the very same features Zeb found uninteresting or downright unattractive on other humans, he was drawn to on Kallus. His nose, for example. Humans’ protruding noses weren’t exactly something Zeb found attractive. They were often too big or too small. Or bumpy or crooked. Or just distracting. But Kal’s was straight and perfect. It was just right in perfect proportion to the rest of his face, and karabast, it was just cute.

Then, there was that pretty pink mouth. Most human mouths were unimpressive, with thin lips and strange, small, too-blunt teeth. But Kal’s mouth constantly captured Zeb’s attention, regardless of the lack of fangs. Zeb watched him talk. Watched him drink his caf. Watched him bite his lip when he was deep in thought. His lips were shapely. Looked soft. Kissable, even. Zeb wanted to feel those lips on his. He wanted to run his tongue across Kal’s teeth and discover what a wet human tongue would feel like clashing with his own.

And Kal’s hair, shiny and yellow. It didn’t look dirty or limp like some humans’ hair, but it did sometimes become charmingly tousled. It flowed loose in touchable strands that moved temptingly in the breeze and fell sexily in Kal’s face from time to time. Zeb liked to watch when Kallus moved his fingers through his hair or when he pushed it behind his round ears. Zeb wanted to do that himself. Kal’s hair looked soft, finer than the texture of Zeb’s own facial hair. He didn’t find it very becoming when humans over-styled their hair, though he understood why some did. He remembered when Kallus used to wear his very differently: stiff and smoothed back unnaturally. Now, his hair was natural, which Zeb liked. Even better, it didn’t smell like human hair gels or sprays anymore. It smelled good. It smelled like Kallus. And Zeb just wanted to get his hands in it, just to touch the man’s hair. And touch his face. And the rest of him, too, why not?

That skin. Smooth. Pale. Scarred, in some places. Zeb longed to touch, to lick, to sink his claws and fangs into that skin. To squeeze Kallus and feel the human’s softness in his hands, in his arms, in his bed. He wanted to rip every silly piece of human clothing off of the man and have all that skin bare so he could kiss and taste every inch of him. He wouldn’t mind feeling those five-fingered hands of Kal’s touching him, either. Running through his fur. Blunt, rounded nails tracing over Zeb’s skin. Strong, nimble hands exploring Zeb’s body.

He imagined gazing into Kal’s eyes and telling the man he wanted him. Every time Zeb looked into those eyes, he seemed to lose his train of thought. They were unlike anyone else’s eyes, so much so that Zeb had even asked the human what color they were, and Kallus had scoffed and replied that his eyes were brown. But they weren’t just brown, Zeb knew that. They were gold, or amber, or something else precious. They were hazel or honey. Pools that Zeb could just drown in. And when Zeb told a joke and Kallus smiled, his face lit up and his eyes crinkled at the corners, and it made Zeb’s heart jump every time. And when Zeb happened to look up to find those eyes watching him from across the room, it made him feel warm in an unexpected but very addictive way.

But what really attracted him to Kallus wasn’t something tangible. It wasn’t visible. It was something else—something behind his eyes. Something in his voice, in his touch, in his smile. Something Zeb could feel and understand even if it couldn’t be easily defined.

Zeb sighed, curious whether Kallus had ever thought of taking on a non-human partner… and wondering how he could convince him to give his Lasat friend a chance.