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
There are plenty of places to put his hands, indeed. And he takes her up on it when he pulls her closer, hands ghosting along the outsides of her thighs, hitching up that beautiful little black dress up around her hips. Shivering delightfully with the way her hand pays attention to his wings, Sunjata doesn’t have a tail to convey his feelings, but the slight tremble from her touch radiating through his wings should be a good indicator.
That, and as she presses more against him eagerly, Sunjata meets her in kind, large hands sweeping around her hips and up the curve of her body, winding around her frame with ease as she makes her comment and he withdraws from her neck ever so slightly, lifting up to ghost those little soft nips at her earlobe. “That’s kinda the idea, isn’t it?” He hums with a breathy kind of laugh, withdrawing fully to let her claim his lips to offer all kinds of distractions he’s been searching for.
Heat pulses at the rough spiral of his horn and he lets a low sound emit into the slow kiss, his tongue dancing with hers before he’s letting it partially shift to a forked nature, winding around hers tantalizingly as his thumbs follow the swell of her breasts, a tease so brief it’s almost mournful when his hands drop again, slipping up beneath the dress to lift it and feel her smooth skin against his scarred, calloused ones. Tugging it up to reveal her to him, he cranes and presses into her harder, wings pressing against the stone slab for the additional balance as he swipes his thumbs across both of her nipples. He presses in a touch greedier, too, making the growing, ever obvious arousal apparent where it’s tenting his pants.
Not wanting to linger too long, however, Sunjata withdraws from it with a hazy lustful dark hue to his gaze, parting long enough to slip her out of that dress and admire her curves before he’s slipping out of his own, all tattoos and scars on display with his devouring focus on her entirely, forgoing his pants for the moment as he leans in, replacing one of his hands at her breast for the forked tongue, flicking and caressing before he starts the path downward along her skin, prepared for the momentary drowning to forget everything else that’s happening.
That, and as she presses more against him eagerly, Sunjata meets her in kind, large hands sweeping around her hips and up the curve of her body, winding around her frame with ease as she makes her comment and he withdraws from her neck ever so slightly, lifting up to ghost those little soft nips at her earlobe. “That’s kinda the idea, isn’t it?” He hums with a breathy kind of laugh, withdrawing fully to let her claim his lips to offer all kinds of distractions he’s been searching for.
Heat pulses at the rough spiral of his horn and he lets a low sound emit into the slow kiss, his tongue dancing with hers before he’s letting it partially shift to a forked nature, winding around hers tantalizingly as his thumbs follow the swell of her breasts, a tease so brief it’s almost mournful when his hands drop again, slipping up beneath the dress to lift it and feel her smooth skin against his scarred, calloused ones. Tugging it up to reveal her to him, he cranes and presses into her harder, wings pressing against the stone slab for the additional balance as he swipes his thumbs across both of her nipples. He presses in a touch greedier, too, making the growing, ever obvious arousal apparent where it’s tenting his pants.
Not wanting to linger too long, however, Sunjata withdraws from it with a hazy lustful dark hue to his gaze, parting long enough to slip her out of that dress and admire her curves before he’s slipping out of his own, all tattoos and scars on display with his devouring focus on her entirely, forgoing his pants for the moment as he leans in, replacing one of his hands at her breast for the forked tongue, flicking and caressing before he starts the path downward along her skin, prepared for the momentary drowning to forget everything else that’s happening.
'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.
