// 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 //
The huff of a laugh that escapes him is muffled into her skin, the knowing smile tugging up on the corner of his mouth. “Shouldn’t.” He purrs against her skin, and with every subsequent movement of their hands, the Heartless muffles the sounds leaving him as each touch she leaves is unseen, unexpected, and sparks his arousal even more because of it.
Relief swells from the freedom of slipping off the rest of their clothes, and as her body meets his again his breath hitches, catching in his throat as she presses so perfectly against him. Her tease works, like a lightning strike through him that he thrives with, lips colliding to find anything he can. And at the very least, her lips are a pinpoint of just where he is, even if he doesn’t stay there for that long — some kind of sixth sense telling him to avoid it.
“I need you too.” He breathes, nipping at her skin — not enough to leave any marks despite how he desperately wants to, but enough to pinch for a brief second before she’s pulling away from him and he’s left mostly blind with the silky blindfold.
He can spy the brief fox-like smile before she’s tugging him up and out of the chair, and Sunjata takes a few seconds in between to shed himself of the rest of his clothes to be able to follow her, guided entirely by her touch and stepping with certainty that she won’t lead him astray.
Upon reaching the kitchen table, though, his scarred hand touches it first before his other hand finds her hip, encroaching on her to press his body against hers again. His hands smooth up her back before they drop again, the air of a smile on his face. “Better?” He asks, hoisting her up against him with extreme ease, enough that she can sit on top of the kitchen table if she wanted to.
Relief swells from the freedom of slipping off the rest of their clothes, and as her body meets his again his breath hitches, catching in his throat as she presses so perfectly against him. Her tease works, like a lightning strike through him that he thrives with, lips colliding to find anything he can. And at the very least, her lips are a pinpoint of just where he is, even if he doesn’t stay there for that long — some kind of sixth sense telling him to avoid it.
“I need you too.” He breathes, nipping at her skin — not enough to leave any marks despite how he desperately wants to, but enough to pinch for a brief second before she’s pulling away from him and he’s left mostly blind with the silky blindfold.
He can spy the brief fox-like smile before she’s tugging him up and out of the chair, and Sunjata takes a few seconds in between to shed himself of the rest of his clothes to be able to follow her, guided entirely by her touch and stepping with certainty that she won’t lead him astray.
Upon reaching the kitchen table, though, his scarred hand touches it first before his other hand finds her hip, encroaching on her to press his body against hers again. His hands smooth up her back before they drop again, the air of a smile on his face. “Better?” He asks, hoisting her up against him with extreme ease, enough that she can sit on top of the kitchen table if she wanted to.
// 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.
