stay your pretty eyes on course
Niki isn't experienced enough yet to tell genuine from performative (and to even know that the second is an option), and the moan that breaks from Sunjata's lips sets fire to his blood all over again. His fingers tighten in the back of the other man's hair as he deepens the kiss and gives the necromancer a taste of everything else he's been missing out on, his back arching into a touch that feels as greedy as it is patient.
As Sunjata leans in further the leg Niki's hooked around his hips tugs him closer still, the sudden and unexpected friction causing him to gasp softly into his mouth. He parts clumsily from the kiss, cheeks hot and senses scattered to the snow outside, left panting and smiling wryly as his hand smooths down the back of the Heartless's neck. "How am I supposed to stop?" he asks, voice rough and a touch boyish, because there's no manual for too much here, and he already feels in need of a freezing cold shower.
As Sunjata leans in further the leg Niki's hooked around his hips tugs him closer still, the sudden and unexpected friction causing him to gasp softly into his mouth. He parts clumsily from the kiss, cheeks hot and senses scattered to the snow outside, left panting and smiling wryly as his hand smooths down the back of the Heartless's neck. "How am I supposed to stop?" he asks, voice rough and a touch boyish, because there's no manual for too much here, and he already feels in need of a freezing cold shower.
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
