// 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 //
Words have never been his strong suit, but what has been is the way he shows rather than tells. His body language and the way he might not be able to accurately explain what he’s feeling in the moment hardly seems needed with the way he encroaches on her space, using his body and hands to pinpoint accurately where he is and where Colt’s tugged him to.
Not that he’ll complain in the slightest. The chair was comfortable, but it was limited. And while he isn’t anticipating his performance today to be outstanding, he needs it to be good enough that they can momentarily forget the things drowning them in the quiet of the night.
She agrees that it’s better as she presses against him in all the ways that have him pressing back against her, shivering lightly as her fingers card through his hair, as the weight of her arms settle around his shoulders, the way her legs wind around his waist to keep him from straying too far.
His head tilts, granting her more access to his ear as she purrs that request, low and electrifying to the sparks already in his veins, it brings a hitch of his breath. And with the bulk of his hands focused on keeping her sturdily against him, Sunjata wastes little time getting into the thick of it with her. “Gladly,” he hums, shifting them just enough that he can fully seek her. It isn’t as though it’s hard, given their current position, but with the minor adjustments he can finally sink his cock into her with a growled groan of his own pleasure. “Fuck, Colt.” Shifting his hands to where one remains braced against her to keep her against him, the other helps to offer her a boon to help lift her nearly effortlessly just enough to figure out the pace they both crave.
Not that he’ll complain in the slightest. The chair was comfortable, but it was limited. And while he isn’t anticipating his performance today to be outstanding, he needs it to be good enough that they can momentarily forget the things drowning them in the quiet of the night.
She agrees that it’s better as she presses against him in all the ways that have him pressing back against her, shivering lightly as her fingers card through his hair, as the weight of her arms settle around his shoulders, the way her legs wind around his waist to keep him from straying too far.
His head tilts, granting her more access to his ear as she purrs that request, low and electrifying to the sparks already in his veins, it brings a hitch of his breath. And with the bulk of his hands focused on keeping her sturdily against him, Sunjata wastes little time getting into the thick of it with her. “Gladly,” he hums, shifting them just enough that he can fully seek her. It isn’t as though it’s hard, given their current position, but with the minor adjustments he can finally sink his cock into her with a growled groan of his own pleasure. “Fuck, Colt.” Shifting his hands to where one remains braced against her to keep her against him, the other helps to offer her a boon to help lift her nearly effortlessly just enough to figure out the pace they both crave.
// 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.
