SUNJATA
the flood
snow glistens on the ledge, whiskey on the bed
shake it out and light a cigarette
shake it out and light a cigarette
She takes her time, drawing that wave within him, drawing him closer toward the edge with a rush of quick, panting breaths, and the tilt of his head as he leans back, fingers twisting and tightening in her hair, the other squeezing along her arm, dragging nails along the soft skin there. He’s content to let her explore, to test and see what draws the most out of him (at this moment it’s nearly everything) and when she pulls up, sliding along him with kisses and taunting bites, his hands slide back down to her sides — keeping her pressed against him, humming growls of approval at the bites and marks left behind, tilting his head to give her a bit more room to work with.
And when she blows a bit of air along the space behind his ear, there’s a shivering shudder that travels down his spine when her lips find his again. He gives into her, entirely, fumbling — too distracted by her lips and the act of slipping on the protection in a moment of pause that has his body raging against it. But it doesn’t last long, not as his hands find her hips again, partially shifting into those claws again, and she adjusts them just enough that he slides into her — another shudder and a growl leaving him with the sensation of entirely her.
And then she sits up, he gives her a parting kiss, shifting his hips with her as she moves against him. A rhythm is picked, one that has the hands on her hips pulling her down against him and aiming to drive himself deeper, one hand lifting to trail those claws along her side to her breast. And he burns with her, that wave raging within him, thrashing against wanting to drown completely within her and wanting the same for her.
And when she blows a bit of air along the space behind his ear, there’s a shivering shudder that travels down his spine when her lips find his again. He gives into her, entirely, fumbling — too distracted by her lips and the act of slipping on the protection in a moment of pause that has his body raging against it. But it doesn’t last long, not as his hands find her hips again, partially shifting into those claws again, and she adjusts them just enough that he slides into her — another shudder and a growl leaving him with the sensation of entirely her.
And then she sits up, he gives her a parting kiss, shifting his hips with her as she moves against him. A rhythm is picked, one that has the hands on her hips pulling her down against him and aiming to drive himself deeper, one hand lifting to trail those claws along her side to her breast. And he burns with her, that wave raging within him, thrashing against wanting to drown completely within her and wanting the same for her.
miss me when you, you wish you weren't right
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
