stay your pretty eyes on course
Niki almost scoffs out a laugh at anywhere (mostly because right now, absolutely same Sunjata), but as the other man clarifies he flicks his eyes back up towards the silvery marks in the shape of teeth against his neck, scars cutting through tattoos to leave pale strikes in the ink. His fingers follow the trajectory of his gaze, but before he can remark on it the Heartless's clever hand is sneaking further beneath his sweater, Niki arching against the touch automatically.
He's no adonis - Sunjata has already seen as much already - but his body tenses anyway as if to brace or to beg for more. "Yeah," he assures him, voice having dropped into a rough whisper like he's just realising that much himself. "I will let you know if it isn't." His lips find the other man's again before he gives them permission, his fingers trickling up against the nape of his neck before plunging into his hair.
He's no adonis - Sunjata has already seen as much already - but his body tenses anyway as if to brace or to beg for more. "Yeah," he assures him, voice having dropped into a rough whisper like he's just realising that much himself. "I will let you know if it isn't." His lips find the other man's again before he gives them permission, his fingers trickling up against the nape of his neck before plunging into his hair.
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
