i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
“I guess we could figure it out together?” He suggests, voice deeper and hoarse as he considers it with not that much luck given the distraction of the man in front of him, the feel of his leg still hooked around him, the heat that blooms within him with nowhere to go. He could manage it if Niki did want to stop now, but he can’t deny the quiet relief of hearing the scoff, of being met with slate blue eyes just as dark as Sunjata imagines his steel are.
He starts to shrug a tattooed shoulder to hear Niki claim he’d be selfish. “I don’t mind.” He manages to get out before Niki’s hand is curving along his jaw, his thumb brushing against the lower lip that’s slightly puffy between the kiss and his nibbling indecision. In spite of himself, his head tilts slightly, tongue sweeping out to wind around Niki’s thumb as if in quiet promise, even if the twitch of a smirk tries to bloom in the face of expecting reciprocation.
A low hum leaves him, considering as he takes Niki’s thumb into his mouth, withdrawing after a few moments of offering a quiet promise of what he could do (though he imagines it comes as no surprise). “Here, or somewhere more comfortable?” He asks with a rough voice.
He starts to shrug a tattooed shoulder to hear Niki claim he’d be selfish. “I don’t mind.” He manages to get out before Niki’s hand is curving along his jaw, his thumb brushing against the lower lip that’s slightly puffy between the kiss and his nibbling indecision. In spite of himself, his head tilts slightly, tongue sweeping out to wind around Niki’s thumb as if in quiet promise, even if the twitch of a smirk tries to bloom in the face of expecting reciprocation.
A low hum leaves him, considering as he takes Niki’s thumb into his mouth, withdrawing after a few moments of offering a quiet promise of what he could do (though he imagines it comes as no surprise). “Here, or somewhere more comfortable?” He asks with a rough voice.
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.
