the sea speaks a little more honestly
“You wanna find out?” He purrs, his voice low and husky, playful with the undercurrent of everything about himself that screams Flood. It’s a deep rumble that pours and vibrates, accompanying the effortless lift of her into his lap. He focuses on her wholly, not the rain that continues to fall gently around them, not the way that the world feels like it’s paused solely for him to take his time in ensuring her arousal.
The weight of her against his wings have them bracing, granting a smooth and soft surface for her to use however she likes, even if the touch sparks more shivers down his spine. But it isn’t until she finally sinks down onto him that he can answer her previous question. His hands drop to her hips, his chin lifted to make room for her to press her forehead against his chest, the rumble of a moan spilling from his throat. Very much Sunjata, very much tinged in that accent.
"Gods, Colt." She feels perfect, forming and molding against him but still very much herself as her head tilts back and his tilts down, eyes heavy lidded and dark as the storm clouds ahead as he holds her gaze. Rain drips from his face and eyebrows down onto his long lashes, spilling over when he blinks and one hand lifts to cup her cheek and jaw. It’s a momentary stillness, allowing time for them to get used to each other, before Sunjata’s surging toward her and stealing another searing kiss. His hips rock into her with another thrum of a sound breaking out of his throat, helping her where he can with the hand still at her hip.
The weight of her against his wings have them bracing, granting a smooth and soft surface for her to use however she likes, even if the touch sparks more shivers down his spine. But it isn’t until she finally sinks down onto him that he can answer her previous question. His hands drop to her hips, his chin lifted to make room for her to press her forehead against his chest, the rumble of a moan spilling from his throat. Very much Sunjata, very much tinged in that accent.
"Gods, Colt." She feels perfect, forming and molding against him but still very much herself as her head tilts back and his tilts down, eyes heavy lidded and dark as the storm clouds ahead as he holds her gaze. Rain drips from his face and eyebrows down onto his long lashes, spilling over when he blinks and one hand lifts to cup her cheek and jaw. It’s a momentary stillness, allowing time for them to get used to each other, before Sunjata’s surging toward her and stealing another searing kiss. His hips rock into her with another thrum of a sound breaking out of his throat, helping her where he can with the hand still at her hip.
to those who are willing to drown
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.
