i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
Niki’s hand begins to move again, this time he can almost sense the pathway it takes to return back to his neck, even if he interrupts it with the trajectory of his own touch. His fingers pause briefly against the edge of the necromancer’s ribs, a momentary distraction as he hears that Niki would tell him if it wasn’t. And he certainly doesn’t doubt the way the other man would inform him quickly if he’d overstepped.
But before he can even comment on it or say something funny or witty in response, Niki’s claiming another kiss, but it’s precisely the kind of attention Sunjata’s craved for so long. The heat of Niki’s kiss and the fingers that brush against the nape of his neck and plunge into his hair, it has his fingers twitching against Nikis’ ribs distractedly, a quiet moan he doesn’t intend to let slip escapes into the kiss.
It’s a tightrope Sunjata walks, between wanting to tug Niki closer and claim, to trying to go just as slow as Niki wants. But the heat that infiltrates his face is hot and leaves him red, his kiss trying to deepen with the swipe of a hot tongue. The hand at his ribs sweeps around to his back, stretching out, while the other slips up from Niki’s brace to the other hip to keep him close as he leans further in.
But before he can even comment on it or say something funny or witty in response, Niki’s claiming another kiss, but it’s precisely the kind of attention Sunjata’s craved for so long. The heat of Niki’s kiss and the fingers that brush against the nape of his neck and plunge into his hair, it has his fingers twitching against Nikis’ ribs distractedly, a quiet moan he doesn’t intend to let slip escapes into the kiss.
It’s a tightrope Sunjata walks, between wanting to tug Niki closer and claim, to trying to go just as slow as Niki wants. But the heat that infiltrates his face is hot and leaves him red, his kiss trying to deepen with the swipe of a hot tongue. The hand at his ribs sweeps around to his back, stretching out, while the other slips up from Niki’s brace to the other hip to keep him close as he leans further in.
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.
