stay your pretty eyes on course
"That is a cruel question for a man who has never done much more than this," Niki says, his amusement a barely there thing behind the sudden fire in his blood making everything feel urgent, the world outside his door becoming a faraway and unimportant distraction. He can feel the warmth radiating between them, all flushed skin and barely caught breath, and gods this should be enough given how the necromancer has gone without for his entire life. But it really isn't.
His hands have dropped near enough to his lap following the brief exploration of Sunjata's body, though he daren't glance down lest he spot the very obvious result of their impromptu make-out session. "What do you want?" Niki fires back, perhaps unfairly, before he forces himself to come up with something like an answer, even if it isn't a good one.
"I want to touch you," he almost whispers. "And be touched by you. I am tired of not... of being afraid of myself."
His hands have dropped near enough to his lap following the brief exploration of Sunjata's body, though he daren't glance down lest he spot the very obvious result of their impromptu make-out session. "What do you want?" Niki fires back, perhaps unfairly, before he forces himself to come up with something like an answer, even if it isn't a good one.
"I want to touch you," he almost whispers. "And be touched by you. I am tired of not... of being afraid of myself."
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
