stay your pretty eyes on course
At this distance and at practically the same height, Niki thinks he might be able to count the freckles that scatter across the bridge of Sunjata's nose if given the chance, or to pick out the darker flecks of grey in his steel eyes. It's a dangerous line to start walking with a man who has no heart, he knows, and yet here Niki sits anyway, leaning subtly into the fingers that glide through his snow-damp hair and ghost across his cheek.
He doesn't realise he's been treating himself like one of the other man's clients until he says it, Niki's laughter rushing out of him, slate blue eyes flicking away for a moment as the embarrassment hits. "Right," he says. "Of course. I did not..." Drifting off as the last part of Sunjata's statement finds meaning in his mind - whenever you want me - he's just trying to fumble his way through a response when, blessedly, he's saved by a kiss.
Moaning something soft and surprised against the Heartless's mouth, one of his legs hooks around the other man's hips to try and ferry him closer, hands running the length of his chest as if to properly feel the shape of him for the first time.
He doesn't realise he's been treating himself like one of the other man's clients until he says it, Niki's laughter rushing out of him, slate blue eyes flicking away for a moment as the embarrassment hits. "Right," he says. "Of course. I did not..." Drifting off as the last part of Sunjata's statement finds meaning in his mind - whenever you want me - he's just trying to fumble his way through a response when, blessedly, he's saved by a kiss.
Moaning something soft and surprised against the Heartless's mouth, one of his legs hooks around the other man's hips to try and ferry him closer, hands running the length of his chest as if to properly feel the shape of him for the first time.
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
