better get to diggin' while my body's getting cold.
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
Neron deftly begins to unbutton Sunjata’s shirt, the cloth pulled down along his shoulders, tugged against his arms as he seems to corral the other man toward the bed. A low rumble of a chuckle leaves him with the admission of a lot of tension being relieved — and yes, he can certainly feel it in the tension of his pants, straining for relief. It doesn’t help the way Neron’s cool hand continues to trail down his chest, down along his stomach, aiming for the most sensitive part of him, his cock already straining against the material of his pants.
He remains standing, looking down at Neron through a half lidded gaze when the request is made. “Mm, I suppose you’re right.” He reaches into the back pocket of his pants for a different set of keys, one with a smaller key in which he lifts their connected arms, shoving it into the cuff attached around Neron’s wrist and unlocking it, letting the cuff dangle from his own hand far past caring.
Besides, they’re already here. It’s not like those cuffs will transport them back anyway. “In the meantime, though, you can store up with as many extra as you’d like.” He murmurs in terms of the bites, his freehand moving toward Neron’s own shirt, crowding the space to unbutton it and slip it off, about the same time he completely sheds his own shirt.
He remains standing, looking down at Neron through a half lidded gaze when the request is made. “Mm, I suppose you’re right.” He reaches into the back pocket of his pants for a different set of keys, one with a smaller key in which he lifts their connected arms, shoving it into the cuff attached around Neron’s wrist and unlocking it, letting the cuff dangle from his own hand far past caring.
Besides, they’re already here. It’s not like those cuffs will transport them back anyway. “In the meantime, though, you can store up with as many extra as you’d like.” He murmurs in terms of the bites, his freehand moving toward Neron’s own shirt, crowding the space to unbutton it and slip it off, about the same time he completely sheds his own shirt.
SUNJATA
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.
