relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
For someone who had explained they weren’t well versed in this, Sunjata thinks briefly that Niki might be a liar. He sinks into the kiss with all the slow exploratory attention that’s only a fraction broken up with by the hitch of feeling the hand slip away from his cheek to tangle in his hair at the back of his head. It spurs him on, soft and gentle and equally panting as much as Niki when the kiss breaks for air.
Sunjata’s flushed, too, the sea of freckles along the bridge of his nose and dusting along his cheeks are almost hidden in the flare of red on his face, and he shoots a lopsided smile back at Niki when he hears the breathless laugh. His hand slips away from Niki’s cheek but not before he’s brushing some of the dark strands from his face, then uses it against the other side of Niki’s head to prop himself up.
He hears the blurt that leaves his lips and Sunjata huffs a soft and breathless laugh of his own, lowering himself slightly above Niki, not enough to blanket him and squish him, but enough that they remain close. “I know, I should’ve probably waited.” He murmurs, kicking himself mentally for jumping the gun so quickly. “But I wanted to. And we don’t have to do more than this.” He explains, as if it’s just occurred to him that Niki might assume it goes into deeper territory he’s not prepared for yet. But, as if to punctuate it, Sunjata’s head tilts just enough to press a kiss to his shoulder, shifting to lay back on his side but close enough that his arm drapes over Niki’s chest and the heat that radiates from him can be felt against Niki’s side like a beckoning call.
Sunjata’s flushed, too, the sea of freckles along the bridge of his nose and dusting along his cheeks are almost hidden in the flare of red on his face, and he shoots a lopsided smile back at Niki when he hears the breathless laugh. His hand slips away from Niki’s cheek but not before he’s brushing some of the dark strands from his face, then uses it against the other side of Niki’s head to prop himself up.
He hears the blurt that leaves his lips and Sunjata huffs a soft and breathless laugh of his own, lowering himself slightly above Niki, not enough to blanket him and squish him, but enough that they remain close. “I know, I should’ve probably waited.” He murmurs, kicking himself mentally for jumping the gun so quickly. “But I wanted to. And we don’t have to do more than this.” He explains, as if it’s just occurred to him that Niki might assume it goes into deeper territory he’s not prepared for yet. But, as if to punctuate it, Sunjata’s head tilts just enough to press a kiss to his shoulder, shifting to lay back on his side but close enough that his arm drapes over Niki’s chest and the heat that radiates from him can be felt against Niki’s side like a beckoning call.
the flood
waiting for the sun to rise
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
