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’ll take it, then.” He reassures Niki, amused and flushed and honestly ready to scoop up the necromancer and take him anywhere he might want to go. But for now, it’s to the couch, and the friction of the movement is enough to keep Sunjata easily just as invigorated as he sets Niki down and claims a kiss.
The whispered response and the spread of Niki’s legs have him easily getting into his space like it’s a siren song, drawing up. Not to his full height, relaxed and a touch slouched, he can’t deny that the view isn’t perfect. “It’s really—good.” He starts, cut off by the feel of Niki’s hand against his skin and the base of his cock.
Honestly, he could take as long as he wants to explore, he could take as long as he wants to tease him. But there’s no denying the way his cock twitches in Niki’s grip, the way the muscles in his thighs tense in anticipation, the way that his mouth is perfect when it finally takes him and he can barely hide the moan of relief that slips from his throat. "Gods, Niki." He doesn’t try to speed anything up, but his hand does rise to thread through Niki’s hair, and if he does manage to look up and catch a glance, he’ll see just how much Sunjata’s enjoying this. (It’s a lot).
The whispered response and the spread of Niki’s legs have him easily getting into his space like it’s a siren song, drawing up. Not to his full height, relaxed and a touch slouched, he can’t deny that the view isn’t perfect. “It’s really—good.” He starts, cut off by the feel of Niki’s hand against his skin and the base of his cock.
Honestly, he could take as long as he wants to explore, he could take as long as he wants to tease him. But there’s no denying the way his cock twitches in Niki’s grip, the way the muscles in his thighs tense in anticipation, the way that his mouth is perfect when it finally takes him and he can barely hide the moan of relief that slips from his throat. "Gods, Niki." He doesn’t try to speed anything up, but his hand does rise to thread through Niki’s hair, and if he does manage to look up and catch a glance, he’ll see just how much Sunjata’s enjoying this. (It’s a lot).
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.
