i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
“About right?” He teases, lips quirking into a small smirk as if he’s debating whether or not to grow playful in the moment and feign offense. He doesn’t, not when he feels Niki’s hands join his in the ease of unbuttoning his pants and getting some freedom that makes it a little easier to breathe. He huffs a soft sound that’s akin to Niki’s laugh as he sees the necromancer’s cheeks flush again. “Hmm, not right now.” But maybe one day.
For now, though, Niki’s question is met with an easy nod – happy to make this however comfortable for him as he can. “Sure.” He hums softly, hands sweeping around Niki’s lower back to pull him closer to pick him up, to hold him against his chest and try to keep his pants from falling off completely in the trek it takes to guide him to the couch.
It’s a short trip, blissfully, but his hard length does press against Niki in the way he has to carry him – not that he thinks he’d complain – and when they reach the couch he sets him down gently, leaning in to steal a kiss, while also shimmying his pants down to finally fully free himself. "How's this?" He asks against the necromancer's lips.
For now, though, Niki’s question is met with an easy nod – happy to make this however comfortable for him as he can. “Sure.” He hums softly, hands sweeping around Niki’s lower back to pull him closer to pick him up, to hold him against his chest and try to keep his pants from falling off completely in the trek it takes to guide him to the couch.
It’s a short trip, blissfully, but his hard length does press against Niki in the way he has to carry him – not that he thinks he’d complain – and when they reach the couch he sets him down gently, leaning in to steal a kiss, while also shimmying his pants down to finally fully free himself. "How's this?" He asks against the necromancer's lips.
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.
