stay your pretty eyes on course
Don't give him too much credit, Sunjata - the moment Niki glances down to catch the Heartless's eye, all molten steel, long lashes and flushed, freckled cheeks, it's far too late for him. The vibrating groan around his cock has him choking on an inhale of breath, and he cums hard, fast and unfortunately with little warning for either of them. One hand clenches around the edge of the counter, the other flinching in the back of Sunjata's hair with a sudden urge to push down (an urge he resists, luckily), and his mind whites out entirely.
The moan that breaks from his lips is vaguely in the shape of Sunjata's name, each rolling pulse of pleasure feeling somehow more intense than the last, and only in those first few seconds afterwards does Niki remember he's supposed to breathe. Panting hard and feeling vaguely untethered from himself, his fingers slip from the back of the other man's hair to rake through his own, as if he suddenly wants to be self-conscious but doesn't remotely have the strength for it.
"Gods," he whispers again. "That was... fast. Sorry."
The moan that breaks from his lips is vaguely in the shape of Sunjata's name, each rolling pulse of pleasure feeling somehow more intense than the last, and only in those first few seconds afterwards does Niki remember he's supposed to breathe. Panting hard and feeling vaguely untethered from himself, his fingers slip from the back of the other man's hair to rake through his own, as if he suddenly wants to be self-conscious but doesn't remotely have the strength for it.
"Gods," he whispers again. "That was... fast. Sorry."
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
