// 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 //
“That’s good.” He hums breathlessly, like he isn’t sure he can muster up the energy to pretend. It was already something he had to realize once the truth of his heart had come to light. It was no wonder he wasn’t as worried as he had been previously — unsure which part of it was truly love or just the concept of it. Right now, though, that portion of his heart and soul feels completely void — empty and impossible to cultivate.
Which made this easier, the way he could sink himself into this moment and let it sweep him away without the attachment and pretending to feel something more.
Hearing her laugh, though, his head tilts a fraction at the shimmy she does with her chest, body flaring a touch more at the view he does get, Sunjata can’t help but to laugh a touch in return. “No, not quite.” He admits to the idea of sparklers, though the thought is amusing in and of itself.
Her hand presses against his scars and tattoos and he only knows where bases off the touch left behind, the kind that blooms in the slight race of his heartbeat under her touch, the way his body responds in kind with the twitch of his still trapped cock and the subsequent roll of his hips to feel some friction.
He doesn’t have to wait long, his lips pressed against her neck and travel up to the underside of her jaw with a lingering intention. “I was always the one blindfolded.” He says, a bit of relief flooding through him as she leans into him as he works to remove her shorts. “I had to be blindfolded to see Frey for the longest time.” He lets her decide whether or not to read between the lines to figure out what he really means.
He draws quiet again as he works to remove her shorts, the fabric falling off the side of the couch in time for her to trace his ear, his head tilting into the touch briefly before he’s acutely aware of the path her hand takes as it passes over his nipple on the descent to his trapped length that only seems to ache more with the sudden sharp breath the Heartless takes. He doesn’t try to fight her in the space as she palms him and starts to work at his button, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want more of a taste of her right this second as she presses all the right buttons. “By drowning myself in you.” Which comes out far more poetic than he even imagined, even with the touch of irony in the fact that he was no longer the Flood and has nothing much to do with water and everything to do with the lack of a heart.
Adjusting where he can to help her get his pants unbuttoned and rising enough for the jeans to be tugged down, the Heartless exhales a shaky sound of relief once his cock springs free, and in spite of himself he slides both hands up to her face, cupping the sides of her jaw to tug her in for a kiss that feels more like a lifeline and a promise that he does intend to drown himself with her.
It’s a distraction, though, because the second that the kiss lands, his hand drops down her chest and pinches at a nipple on the descent, dropping down to her stomach, then down even further to slip his fingers between her folds to teasingly rub at her clit in easy slow circles, biting back the moan of anticipation that threatens to slip from his throat.
Which made this easier, the way he could sink himself into this moment and let it sweep him away without the attachment and pretending to feel something more.
Hearing her laugh, though, his head tilts a fraction at the shimmy she does with her chest, body flaring a touch more at the view he does get, Sunjata can’t help but to laugh a touch in return. “No, not quite.” He admits to the idea of sparklers, though the thought is amusing in and of itself.
Her hand presses against his scars and tattoos and he only knows where bases off the touch left behind, the kind that blooms in the slight race of his heartbeat under her touch, the way his body responds in kind with the twitch of his still trapped cock and the subsequent roll of his hips to feel some friction.
He doesn’t have to wait long, his lips pressed against her neck and travel up to the underside of her jaw with a lingering intention. “I was always the one blindfolded.” He says, a bit of relief flooding through him as she leans into him as he works to remove her shorts. “I had to be blindfolded to see Frey for the longest time.” He lets her decide whether or not to read between the lines to figure out what he really means.
He draws quiet again as he works to remove her shorts, the fabric falling off the side of the couch in time for her to trace his ear, his head tilting into the touch briefly before he’s acutely aware of the path her hand takes as it passes over his nipple on the descent to his trapped length that only seems to ache more with the sudden sharp breath the Heartless takes. He doesn’t try to fight her in the space as she palms him and starts to work at his button, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want more of a taste of her right this second as she presses all the right buttons. “By drowning myself in you.” Which comes out far more poetic than he even imagined, even with the touch of irony in the fact that he was no longer the Flood and has nothing much to do with water and everything to do with the lack of a heart.
Adjusting where he can to help her get his pants unbuttoned and rising enough for the jeans to be tugged down, the Heartless exhales a shaky sound of relief once his cock springs free, and in spite of himself he slides both hands up to her face, cupping the sides of her jaw to tug her in for a kiss that feels more like a lifeline and a promise that he does intend to drown himself with her.
It’s a distraction, though, because the second that the kiss lands, his hand drops down her chest and pinches at a nipple on the descent, dropping down to her stomach, then down even further to slip his fingers between her folds to teasingly rub at her clit in easy slow circles, biting back the moan of anticipation that threatens to slip from his throat.
// 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.
