SUNJATA
the flood
'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low
don't lead me in when you feel low
Sunjata snorts a soft, airy sound to her retort; figuring that it wasn’t often that anyone had a chance to dance beneath the sheets with him or Hotaru, so the chances of Charlie having some idea or idea expectation was likely low. Rusty to him and rusty to her were quite likely to be very different things. “Only the pretty ones.”
So, he concedes the point in favor of revealing his tricks; the shift that spirals from his back and his skull, immediately shivering with delight as her fingertips trace along the smooth, velvet membranes. It has a huff of breath leaving his lips, washing her with another hint of the liquor on his tongue.
“Remind me to keep my hands anywhere else.” He teases as she speaks about her horns, one of those hands lifting to slide closer, his warm palm pressing against her hip and the base of her lower back. His fingers twitch initially, a shiver flitting through him with a hitch of his breath to feel the warmth and the hand on his spiraled horns. He doesn’t respond lest his voice give him away, instead focusing on the description she provides of just what he smells like.
And he lets her talk while he pays only miniscule attention to it, sinking in to press his lips to her neck, trailing a few kisses as his wings shiver and rustle again before he withdraws to nose his way up to her ear. “It’s a pretty good supply.” He hums the husky, accented whisper to her ear. His hand at her hip and lower back grows a touch more possessive, pulling her closer to the edge of the slab of stone to press closer to him. Once he’s pleased with how close she is, his hands lower to her parted thighs, aiming to slide the back dress up to her hips, touching every expanse of skin he can seek, dropping his head back to her neck just beneath her ear to scrape his teeth against the flesh there. “For what it’s worth, mine are definitely supposed to be touched. Or gripped. Whatever you wanna do.” He mentions in regards to his own horns her hand still grips.
So, he concedes the point in favor of revealing his tricks; the shift that spirals from his back and his skull, immediately shivering with delight as her fingertips trace along the smooth, velvet membranes. It has a huff of breath leaving his lips, washing her with another hint of the liquor on his tongue.
“Remind me to keep my hands anywhere else.” He teases as she speaks about her horns, one of those hands lifting to slide closer, his warm palm pressing against her hip and the base of her lower back. His fingers twitch initially, a shiver flitting through him with a hitch of his breath to feel the warmth and the hand on his spiraled horns. He doesn’t respond lest his voice give him away, instead focusing on the description she provides of just what he smells like.
And he lets her talk while he pays only miniscule attention to it, sinking in to press his lips to her neck, trailing a few kisses as his wings shiver and rustle again before he withdraws to nose his way up to her ear. “It’s a pretty good supply.” He hums the husky, accented whisper to her ear. His hand at her hip and lower back grows a touch more possessive, pulling her closer to the edge of the slab of stone to press closer to him. Once he’s pleased with how close she is, his hands lower to her parted thighs, aiming to slide the back dress up to her hips, touching every expanse of skin he can seek, dropping his head back to her neck just beneath her ear to scrape his teeth against the flesh there. “For what it’s worth, mine are definitely supposed to be touched. Or gripped. Whatever you wanna do.” He mentions in regards to his own horns her hand still grips.
'cause i might make a move
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.
