this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
Sunjata leans back in before Niki's mind can properly catch up with his mouth, which in this case is something to be grateful for later. Meeting him with less surprise and more active encouragement this time, the necromancer has only the most vague input in what his limbs decide to do; the hand at Sunjata's jaw slips into the back of his hair as lips and tongue begin their slow dance, the other skimming along his scarred side to rest against his bare chest. If he angles himself closer he's unaware that it happens, only noticing when his lungs scream for breath that he's entirely forgotten to supply them with oxygen.
Gasping softly as he parts from the Heartless's lips and gazing up at him with a haze of alcohol mixed with the first flush of arousal, it's with a soft and breathless laugh that Niki opts to keep his hands back to himself. Words tangle in his throat before they ever make it to his lips, because despite the carnal urge for more, he knows he's neither sober nor brave enough to cope with anything further, but he's not sure what to say in the silence that opens between them.
"I'm really drunk," he blurts eventually, because apparently that is the best his mind can come up with.
Great job, Niki.
Gasping softly as he parts from the Heartless's lips and gazing up at him with a haze of alcohol mixed with the first flush of arousal, it's with a soft and breathless laugh that Niki opts to keep his hands back to himself. Words tangle in his throat before they ever make it to his lips, because despite the carnal urge for more, he knows he's neither sober nor brave enough to cope with anything further, but he's not sure what to say in the silence that opens between them.
"I'm really drunk," he blurts eventually, because apparently that is the best his mind can come up with.
Great job, Niki.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
