i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
It’s a good thing Niki doesn’t know that performative is an option, because Sunjata’s fairly certain he’d imagine that’s what this is when it’s very obviously genuine from the way the Heartless’ body reacts. The kiss deepens, desire flooding in through all the careful walls he’d built, finding the small cracks and expanding them for lust and need. Niki’s leg tugs him in closer still, the friction making him pant softly when Niki parts, hands spreading a touch possessively in this moment of hesitation.
The hand that had been sunken in tight against his head, drops to smooth against the back of his neck, the rough accent of his voice boyish and rough is met with a soft huff of Sunjata’s own quiet hum of a sound, not exactly a laugh or witty or dry, just a kind of quiet acceptance. Like he, too, isn’t sure where to go from here. “I don’t know.” He admits, breaking through the haze of lust that’s trapped him momentarily to sit up a little more and offer Niki a lopsided smile.
He’s certainly not thinking soundly right now, not with the battle of heads happening. “We can stop now and try to put ourselves together enough to go back out to the party, or..” Here he lets his teeth tug on his lower lip as he thinks. “Or I can satisfy you with no expectation of reciprocation so you won’t combust?” His head tilts, his dark, hazy steel gaze focusing on Niki’s face, studying him for the answer as his hands smooth down to Niki’s hips, brushing against his belt loops.
The hand that had been sunken in tight against his head, drops to smooth against the back of his neck, the rough accent of his voice boyish and rough is met with a soft huff of Sunjata’s own quiet hum of a sound, not exactly a laugh or witty or dry, just a kind of quiet acceptance. Like he, too, isn’t sure where to go from here. “I don’t know.” He admits, breaking through the haze of lust that’s trapped him momentarily to sit up a little more and offer Niki a lopsided smile.
He’s certainly not thinking soundly right now, not with the battle of heads happening. “We can stop now and try to put ourselves together enough to go back out to the party, or..” Here he lets his teeth tug on his lower lip as he thinks. “Or I can satisfy you with no expectation of reciprocation so you won’t combust?” His head tilts, his dark, hazy steel gaze focusing on Niki’s face, studying him for the answer as his hands smooth down to Niki’s hips, brushing against his belt loops.
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.
