// now knowing how to think, i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
It should come as no surprise with the way her thumb trails over his lips, unseen but felt enough that he can let the smirk of amusement curl the corners of his lips. They part, enough for the warmth of his tongue to sweep out and drag along her thumb before he’s decided to answer her. “Good.” He starts, glad that she isn’t concerned about that part of him.
As for what he can see? The thin slip of fabric hides all but his brows as they pinch together, he can feel her hand dart presumably in front of him but he doesn’t react, doesn’t see it enough to warrant any flinches or indicators he’s seen it. “Not much.” He admits softly, huffing a soft sound to feel her press further into him. “Your chest, mostly.” He admits, the signifier in knowing where to place his hands to slip her shirt off, letting it fall to join the other unknown muffled thump that sits somewhere else on the floor.
“I’m glad.” He murmurs to the fact she’s happy, her head tilting back despite how he can’t see it, but he can and does lean in to drag one hand down her side toward the waistband of her pants, his other hand focusing on teasing the breast that his mouth hasn’t sought out. A brief partial shift has his tongue forking, caressing and teasing at her nipple that his fingers mimic on the other side, his free hand dipping below the waistband of her pants to cup her ass and draw her closer to him one way or another.
Without the little sharp pricks of his beard and the smooth, clean shaven skin that meets her own, his head angles up to her face despite being blind enough to not see the fact her head is shaved nor the loss of the clunky horse hair wig, surging up to press his lips to her collarbone, searching entirely by touch and assumption.
As for what he can see? The thin slip of fabric hides all but his brows as they pinch together, he can feel her hand dart presumably in front of him but he doesn’t react, doesn’t see it enough to warrant any flinches or indicators he’s seen it. “Not much.” He admits softly, huffing a soft sound to feel her press further into him. “Your chest, mostly.” He admits, the signifier in knowing where to place his hands to slip her shirt off, letting it fall to join the other unknown muffled thump that sits somewhere else on the floor.
“I’m glad.” He murmurs to the fact she’s happy, her head tilting back despite how he can’t see it, but he can and does lean in to drag one hand down her side toward the waistband of her pants, his other hand focusing on teasing the breast that his mouth hasn’t sought out. A brief partial shift has his tongue forking, caressing and teasing at her nipple that his fingers mimic on the other side, his free hand dipping below the waistband of her pants to cup her ass and draw her closer to him one way or another.
Without the little sharp pricks of his beard and the smooth, clean shaven skin that meets her own, his head angles up to her face despite being blind enough to not see the fact her head is shaved nor the loss of the clunky horse hair wig, surging up to press his lips to her collarbone, searching entirely by touch and assumption.
// i'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
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.
