I'm in love with the rain, the flood only takes

// now knowing how to think, i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //

The huff of a laugh that escapes him is muffled into her skin, the knowing smile tugging up on the corner of his mouth. “Shouldn’t.” He purrs against her skin, and with every subsequent movement of their hands, the Heartless muffles the sounds leaving him as each touch she leaves is unseen, unexpected, and sparks his arousal even more because of it.

Relief swells from the freedom of slipping off the rest of their clothes, and as her body meets his again his breath hitches, catching in his throat as she presses so perfectly against him. Her tease works, like a lightning strike through him that he thrives with, lips colliding to find anything he can. And at the very least, her lips are a pinpoint of just where he is, even if he doesn’t stay there for that long — some kind of sixth sense telling him to avoid it.

“I need you too.” He breathes, nipping at her skin — not enough to leave any marks despite how he desperately wants to, but enough to pinch for a brief second before she’s pulling away from him and he’s left mostly blind with the silky blindfold.

He can spy the brief fox-like smile before she’s tugging him up and out of the chair, and Sunjata takes a few seconds in between to shed himself of the rest of his clothes to be able to follow her, guided entirely by her touch and stepping with certainty that she won’t lead him astray.

Upon reaching the kitchen table, though, his scarred hand touches it first before his other hand finds her hip, encroaching on her to press his body against hers again. His hands smooth up her back before they drop again, the air of a smile on his face. “Better?” He asks, hoisting her up against him with extreme ease, enough that she can sit on top of the kitchen table if she wanted to.

// i'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //

SUNJATA

I'll let the flames take me high, burn down the whole damn sky

The arousal he’s fed is a rush that easily pulls her under, a wave that curls in and blots out the rest. It swells as equally in the wake of his hands as it does his words, and while she has always enjoyed his accent, it’s what he says rather than how that really drags her under in this moment. Being needed, being something he could drown in, it’s a balm that smothers every quiet night she’s spent alone as of late. She can feel the intensity of it curl around her as his breath coasts against her skin, teeth pulling a shiver of nerves that rattles up through her spine.

It’s difficult then to draw away, but she doesn’t want this clumsy and half-assed. If they mean to dampen the rest of the world into just the places they connect, then she wants to feel him fully, wants to offer him everything she has, so they need something more reliable than cushioned comfort.

The hard, unyielding edge of the table presses into the back of her as she turns to face him, crowded into it by the approach of him that she summons with the last trial of her hand. Her grin deepens with approval, arms lacing around his neck and carding her fingers through his hair as they press together again. ”Much,” she agrees, the tone tilted into desire, low and wanting.

A small squeal of surprise erupts then as he tugs her up, the curve of her ass brushing the table edge, bearing some of her weight. Her arms grip tighter, knees pressing in at his sides, body bracing before the startled thrill dissolves into a faint laugh into the side of his neck. Her breasts brush against him as she arcs into his hold, little better than butter in his arms. The smile drops from her mouth as she leans in, teeth and tongue tracing the edge of his ear. ”Take me,” she breathes, ready to forget where she ends and he begins.

Colt

I spent the night on the ceiling, drank the whole weight of my weakness

// now knowing how to think, i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //

Words have never been his strong suit, but what has been is the way he shows rather than tells. His body language and the way he might not be able to accurately explain what he’s feeling in the moment hardly seems needed with the way he encroaches on her space, using his body and hands to pinpoint accurately where he is and where Colt’s tugged him to.

Not that he’ll complain in the slightest. The chair was comfortable, but it was limited. And while he isn’t anticipating his performance today to be outstanding, he needs it to be good enough that they can momentarily forget the things drowning them in the quiet of the night.

She agrees that it’s better as she presses against him in all the ways that have him pressing back against her, shivering lightly as her fingers card through his hair, as the weight of her arms settle around his shoulders, the way her legs wind around his waist to keep him from straying too far.

His head tilts, granting her more access to his ear as she purrs that request, low and electrifying to the sparks already in his veins, it brings a hitch of his breath. And with the bulk of his hands focused on keeping her sturdily against him, Sunjata wastes little time getting into the thick of it with her. “Gladly,” he hums, shifting them just enough that he can fully seek her. It isn’t as though it’s hard, given their current position, but with the minor adjustments he can finally sink his cock into her with a growled groan of his own pleasure. “Fuck, Colt.” Shifting his hands to where one remains braced against her to keep her against him, the other helps to offer her a boon to help lift her nearly effortlessly just enough to figure out the pace they both crave.

// i'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //

SUNJATA

I'll let the flames take me high, burn down the whole damn sky

If only it could always be as simple as this—sliding into his touch like it’s all she’s ever needed. It folds everything else away. Maybe not neatly, not if she pays it any mind, but that’s the point, it’s gone. Sweep it into a lump under the fucking rug for all she cares, just hide it for long enough that she can remember what it’s like when none of it’s there.

Starlight and shadows drift away into water and empty chests. She doesn’t even have the thoughts left to compare, to remember, there’s only him now, encompassing every piece of her with the way he presses in.

A gasp hitches up and breaks apart into a moan as he fully drives into her. Her fingers curl tight and sudden against his hair, tugging on it with force as her body wraps around him as much as possible. A shudder rolls through her, pleasure sparking through the ripples, hot breath answering his curse in kind as she forces it out against his jaw. He is not given his demigodhood for no reason, as she well knows, but the reminder is a force that topples whatever composure she’d been clinging to.

Reduced to clutching him with every limb at her disposal, little more than a feral cat and nearly mewling for more, her hips tilt, coaxing friction. ”Harder,” she breathes, his name a praise she maintains, seeming to suggest her prayer to him deserves his elevation to godliness. Her knees squeezing in against him, back arching into the angle that threatens to melt her before long.

Colt

I spent the night on the ceiling, drank the whole weight of my weakness

// now knowing how to think, i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //

It’s a similar drowning for him, the way that everything else that could weigh on him suddenly fades away into nothing but her. It’s a manufactured vision of her he gets with the magical blindfold, but it’s enough to know just where to put his hands to drive himself deeper, the stark and lovely sensation of her fingers tightening in his hair. It’s all things that pull him away from the overwhelmingness of everything else that had led him here tonight.

He feels her shudder, the heat of her breath, the way her body molds and presses against him. There’s tension in her that he aims to wind up, hands moving along her body almost as if he can see her perfectly to keep her in the perfect spot to grant them both pleasure. And for that, Sunjata’s demigod strength helps keep her effortlessly in the arch that has even more electricity sparking between them.

Her breathy instruction is one he’s happy to provide her with, now that he’s settled and buried himself in her. More groans and moans escape him with each movement, cock throbbing with each thrum of her voice that sounds like a prayer as his pace increases, snapping his hips harder and harder with each passing moment. She winds him up as much as he hopes he winds her up, sure that he won’t last that long after her either.

// i'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //

SUNJATA

I'll let the flames take me high, burn down the whole damn sky

The answer comes immediately, exactly what she asked for. It pulls a broken sound from her, breath rammed away by the collision of him against her, and she yields instead into a groan of encouragement. The rhythm is rough and relentless, shooting heat through her in waves that build too fast to think around. Her breath fractures against his jaw, praises and his name tangling together in the same ragged cadence.

Her back arches harder into his hold, body tightening around him as the tension coils higher and higher, every nerve drawn tight as wire, pleasure stacking gloriously. She barely manages a warning. ”That’s it,” she gasps, ”don’t stop.” Her breath rasps out in a strained pant, as if the very act of inhaling would remove that perfect edge he’s put her on, each shudder of their bodies pressing perfectly where she needs.

One hand sinks down, braving the storm between them. Her fingers roll against her clit, the last push she needs before the pressure finally snaps. The release blows through her like a lightning strike, every sense fizzing out into white heat. Her fingers clutch hard in his hair as the shudder tears through her, hips pressing helplessly against him as the wave rolls over and through her. A broken sound spills from her throat, head tipping back as the sensation steals whatever air she had left.

Colt

I spent the night on the ceiling, drank the whole weight of my weakness

// now knowing how to think, i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //

He wastes little time in giving her what she wants, simultaneously finding precisely what he needs out of this heady exchange. The sounds that leave her are only a boon that continues to drive the Heartless forward, banking on the fact that for as much as he winds her up, she does the same for him.

Her body tightens around him, eliciting his own moans to escape him, rough and nearly primal sounds that bolster each thrust of his hips, his cock driving into her with a notable focus once she tells him not to stop. “Come on, Colt,” he purrs the hoarse sound, fingers tightening against her back and her leg, keeping her in that position and continues to drive the tension through himself as he fucks her with that intense pace until he can feel her start to fall apart.

He feels it the second she breaks, the tension snapping enough that it has his breath hitching, choking on the growl of approval that punches out of his throat. He rides the waves out with her, using it as a boon to drive him over the edge, so sharp in fact that he cranes over her blindly with the blindfold, but enough that he shivers with the climax that shakes him, dragging himself out of her just before it hits him so as to not over complicate things.

Movements slow down as the seconds pass until he can get some semblance of himself back together, breaths nearly ragged as he tries to catch his breath, keeping the blindfold in place despite the urge to take it off, one hand still against her back while the other contains the mess he’s made.

// i'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //

SUNJATA

I'll let the flames take me high, burn down the whole damn sky

She feels him tip over with her, dimly aware of the way he shifts and folds around her. The absence of him inside her elicits the faintest complaint, but still caught in the tide of her own breaking, the feeling is quickly washed away. She curls into the side of his neck with her teeth and breath, murmuring his name and well-earned praise as she sinks into something slower and steadier.

The tremors linger like ripples of static searching for an exit long after the jolting strike has ended. It leaves her draped against him, all her bones gone liquid and any semblance of strength with them. Her grip loosens gradually in his hair, though her fingers don’t quite leave it, lazily combing back through the strands as she drags in a slow breath. “Gods,” she groans as her forehead drops briefly against his shoulder. ”I’ve been needing that.”

Her chest rises and falls hard against him while the world creeps back in. One hand presses flat against his chest, steadying herself there as the last shiver runs through her. “Glad you’re just as good sightless,” she breathes, voice edged with amusement. And Heartless, though she chooses not to tack that part on.

For another second, she stays where she is, catching her breath, fingers absently tracing the tattoos on his neck before finally easing her grip enough to lean back and wiggle further away. “Did you eat?” she asks, figuring they could use the kitchen table more than one way tonight.

Colt

I spent the night on the ceiling, drank the whole weight of my weakness

// now knowing how to think, i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //

It’s a bliss that Sunjata hasn’t had in what feels like ages, one that rages against him like a tidal wave, crashing and breaking along the ridges of his soul and his chest, feeling the reverberations of the waves as they pull back from the spaces they’d struck. He trembles lightly with it, panting breaths pressed against her neck before he’s slowly starting to come back into himself. “Me too.” He admits a touch hoarsely, cradling her with one arm while the other’s busy.

As her hand falls to his chest and her comment reaches his ears, Sunjata can’t help the light laugh that leaves him, amusement tugging on the corners of his lips. “Sometimes it’s more fun that way.” He drawls, like there’s an ego within him that says of course I’m good. I’m Frey’s demigod. But like how she buries the Heartless moniker, he buries the obvious in his own statement.

Eyes shut behind the blindfold, the Heartless starts to relax slowly with the trace of her fingers against his neck for however long they last before she’s starting to pull away. Her question has him shaking his head once they finally part, though he doesn’t imagine it’s a surprising one for her. “Nope.” Just a few things he doesn’t do when he’s grieving – and eating unless it’s in his shifts seems to be one of them. “Are you expecting me to eat blindfolded, too?” He asks with a small snort, taking the moment of pause from releasing her to clean up.

// i'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //

SUNJATA

I'll let the flames take me high, burn down the whole damn sky

Slipping entirely out of his grip and back onto her own feet is a reluctant gravity to return to. It’s part of why she’s finding ways to keep him here longer, to keep the idea of closeness in as many ways as she can find until the inevitable departure finally comes, and maybe then she’ll be tired enough she can sleep it away like all the other nights. So his answer, while not surprising, but nonetheless lacking an excuse not to, has a smile writing itself onto her lips. ”Can’t say I’m well known for my cooking, but I promise it won’t kill you.” Just so he knows where to place the bar of his expectations for her kitchen.

She does pause at his question though, gaze slipping back up to the blindfold. ”Would that be so bad?” she wonders with a small shrug. ”I could feed you, if that’d help,” she offers with a touch of a laugh. As if in proof, she reaches up to trail a finger across his lips, the height difference requiring a tiptoe. ”Might like it,” she tacks on with a croon, selfishly motivated to convince him. She could wrestle her ‘wig’ and hat back on though, if it came to it.

”Let’s wash up first,” she murmurs, clasping his hand in hers and starting to lead him down the hall to the bathroom. ”And yes, for that you must stay blindfolded.” She doubts the wig will hold up in the shower.

Colt

I spent the night on the ceiling, drank the whole weight of my weakness

// now knowing how to think, i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //

Her announcement of her cooking being not the best is met with a low rumble of a laugh from Sunjata and a blind shake of his head. “Trust me when I say there’s zero judgement.” His lopsided smile is aimed at her – so he thinks, at least – when he tacks on the explanation. “I’m a shitty cook. I think the only thing I can make halfway decent are pancakes.” And only because he’d forced himself to learn it for Kamaria when Nate wasn’t around to cook and he’d been forced to figure it out.

It was a lot of trial and error, though, and a lot of meals that weren’t very good all things considered. Edible for the most part, but certainly lacking and nothing to write home about. He’d never really needed to learn, though, having had it all available to him even if the rest of his childhood had been full of trauma. When he was able to eat, he’d always had a good meal to scavenge.

As for eating blindfolded, he isn’t really opposed, and before he has a chance to admit such a thing he feels the light trace of her finger across his lips, her voice louder and more vibrant now that she’s standing in front of him again. “Might not be so bad, yeah.” He agrees softly, his hand taken by her and tugged along and he follows her diligently down the hall toward the bathroom, a low chuckle filling the halls. “Alright, alright. Good thing I’m good with water, huh?” He teases, letting a ribbon of water appear and wind around her wrist as a tether so he doesn’t get lost.

Not like he would, of course.

// i'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //

SUNJATA

I'll let the flames take me high, burn down the whole damn sky

"Mmhm, well your face better keep saying the same thing once some of it's in your mouth," she teases out the warning with a curl deepening her smile. Easy enough for him to placate her now with a reassurance, she'd see if he'd hold up come the moment of truth. "I think I can whip up some burgers. Surely can't go too wrong there." Drown it in enough ketchup and mayo and even burnt it could be tolerable, but at least where meat's concerned, Colt's got a handle on that.

Further pleased that he seems willing to keep playing along with her game, the blindfold far too easy for him to rip off otherwise, she brightens considerably and tugs him along faster after her. This is only helped by the wet link he puts between them, the addition earning a surprised lift of her brows as she glances down. "Skilled in bed and in washing, if only you could cook too," she grins, leading him with her into the shower. "If you'd be so kind," she murmurs, smoothing out his palm between them and placing some soap there for him to add water and lather to. Warm, she hopes it goes without saying, but she assumes he's done this before to not need further instruction.

The night winds on from the washing to the cooking, and she pries for as much comfort from him and offers it in turn as can be managed. It's a temporary respite to everything, she knows, but the loss is a problem for future her, so for the now she is content to live in the moment of something close enough to warmth and want that everything else falls away. When he leaves, she'll give him his payment and tug back on her wig so he can finally get his eyes back.

[FIN]

Colt

I spent the night on the ceiling, drank the whole weight of my weakness