i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
“Good.” Sunjata hums with a soft laugh that joins Niki’s own. It’s cut off by his original intent to press a kiss to his collarbone, caught and redirected to the siren song of the necromancer’s lips, and he goes all too willingly into it with a low hum of satisfaction.
As they part enough for him to feel the mumble against his lips, a soft snort leaves him as he tilts his head slightly. “I’d say it’s meant to feel amazing.” There’s a little cockiness there, some arrogance poured in the silken honey of his voice. But his breath hitches as Niki’s fingers tug at his belt loops and he very willingly rolls his hips into the motion.
He rises up just enough to let Niki explore on his own, even if one hand abandons the other man’s hip to start to undo his own belt. “It’s close, probably.” He admits, huffing a little laugh. “Though, I’m not as big as you are, so don’t hold it against me.” He pauses, lips twitching into a smirk. “Or do.” Freys knows Sunjata won’t complain.
As they part enough for him to feel the mumble against his lips, a soft snort leaves him as he tilts his head slightly. “I’d say it’s meant to feel amazing.” There’s a little cockiness there, some arrogance poured in the silken honey of his voice. But his breath hitches as Niki’s fingers tug at his belt loops and he very willingly rolls his hips into the motion.
He rises up just enough to let Niki explore on his own, even if one hand abandons the other man’s hip to start to undo his own belt. “It’s close, probably.” He admits, huffing a little laugh. “Though, I’m not as big as you are, so don’t hold it against me.” He pauses, lips twitching into a smirk. “Or do.” Freys knows Sunjata won’t complain.
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.
