i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
This close, Niki’s laughter is warm and comfortable as it grazes against him, even as the necromancer’s slate blue eyes slip away from him. He can see the remaining flush against his face, wondering if part of it has burned anew from the quiet correction the Heartless has made, but he doesn’t exactly let Niki finish it before he’s descending for another kiss.
Sunjata’s always been a man who did his best communication through his body language. Words always tripped him up, got misconstrued, thrown back at him. But this is something he can control, and he soaks into the surprised and soft moan that leaves him, offering his own quiet rumble of a purred sound to feel his leg hook around his hips to pull him closer. The hand that trails along his chest would feel the hard flesh beneath, warm and strong, and he might feel the way his breath hitches a fraction with the touch.
His own hand that brushes against Niki’s neck drops down, brushing along his side while his other brushes gently against the leg with the brace, careful and thoughtful enough to not do anything that might make it hurt more than it probably already does. The kiss deepens for a brief moment before he pulls away, giving them room to get some breath again, his face fully flared pink now as he scans Niki’s face. “So… what do you want?” He asks into the brief space between them. It's clear Sunjata's happy for anything, whether it's more of this or something more.
Sunjata’s always been a man who did his best communication through his body language. Words always tripped him up, got misconstrued, thrown back at him. But this is something he can control, and he soaks into the surprised and soft moan that leaves him, offering his own quiet rumble of a purred sound to feel his leg hook around his hips to pull him closer. The hand that trails along his chest would feel the hard flesh beneath, warm and strong, and he might feel the way his breath hitches a fraction with the touch.
His own hand that brushes against Niki’s neck drops down, brushing along his side while his other brushes gently against the leg with the brace, careful and thoughtful enough to not do anything that might make it hurt more than it probably already does. The kiss deepens for a brief moment before he pulls away, giving them room to get some breath again, his face fully flared pink now as he scans Niki’s face. “So… what do you want?” He asks into the brief space between them. It's clear Sunjata's happy for anything, whether it's more of this or something more.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
