i am the ocean, i am the sea
Sunjata, too, hasn’t brought any shifts to the surface – content to toy and play, to watch as his words send a shiver down Miles’ spine and to watch with appreciation when he pulls Hotaru in for a devouring kiss. There’s a satisfied look about the Flood, as if he were saying isn’t she beautiful? Isn’t she perfect?
A look that lingers while he leans in and nips at Miles’ throat, hands dexterously unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it down with Hotaru’s help when she’s pressing against their companion, the brief moan heard from Hotaru sparking a flush across Sunjata’s skin. He’s sunk down now, too, one hand propped at Miles’ back, fingers threading through his hair when Hotaru’s attention shifts toward the rest of his attire, and Sunjata’s pulled from the space at the man’s neck he’d picked to press into an equally greedy kiss.
Sunjata dives in wholly, at least, partially putting on a show for Hotaru as well as the client, groaning a sound against Miles’ lips as his fingers thread and tug through his hair all the same, feeling the hiccupped moan from the man as Hotaru kisses down his navel. It’s when Miles’ breaks the kiss, to watch as she nears the bulge in his pants, and Sunjata utilizes it as a distraction, enough to slip in behind the other man, his strength making it easy to pull him into his lap, head hovering above Miles’ shoulder, dragging his teeth along the collarbone while his fingers deftly drift down toward each of Miles’ nipples. An overwhelming sensation that has his hips trying to buck toward Hotaru, a louder groan leaving him now that Sunjata isn’t there to muffle it.
But the Flood does ask, in a throaty, accented sound, “how do you want us, Miles?” letting his steel gaze focus on Hotaru and the position she’s in with Miles between them both.
A look that lingers while he leans in and nips at Miles’ throat, hands dexterously unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it down with Hotaru’s help when she’s pressing against their companion, the brief moan heard from Hotaru sparking a flush across Sunjata’s skin. He’s sunk down now, too, one hand propped at Miles’ back, fingers threading through his hair when Hotaru’s attention shifts toward the rest of his attire, and Sunjata’s pulled from the space at the man’s neck he’d picked to press into an equally greedy kiss.
Sunjata dives in wholly, at least, partially putting on a show for Hotaru as well as the client, groaning a sound against Miles’ lips as his fingers thread and tug through his hair all the same, feeling the hiccupped moan from the man as Hotaru kisses down his navel. It’s when Miles’ breaks the kiss, to watch as she nears the bulge in his pants, and Sunjata utilizes it as a distraction, enough to slip in behind the other man, his strength making it easy to pull him into his lap, head hovering above Miles’ shoulder, dragging his teeth along the collarbone while his fingers deftly drift down toward each of Miles’ nipples. An overwhelming sensation that has his hips trying to buck toward Hotaru, a louder groan leaving him now that Sunjata isn’t there to muffle it.
But the Flood does ask, in a throaty, accented sound, “how do you want us, Miles?” letting his steel gaze focus on Hotaru and the position she’s in with Miles between them both.
there is a world inside of me
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.
