i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
It’s very evident the second his warning comes that Niki isn’t going anywhere either. So he gives into the chaos in his blood, the way he continues to roll his hips and soaks in the vibration against his cock from Niki’s moans, and when he finally breaks it’s with some combination of Niki’s name as he cums hard.
It’s vastly different from everything else that Sunjata has been up to lately, and while he could go and get off in any number of situations, this was special. In the bliss that threads through him with panting breaths and a racing heart, the intensity of it all screams nothing like the occasional client he took or the normalcy of the House he’d gotten used to.
It’s clear in the attention Niki still gives him, because this wasn’t just the end result and they’d move on with their lives. They were friends, and he’d have to figure out how he could go about looking at Niki without imagining his lips wrapped around his cock, or vice versa.
That’s for later, though, because without the distraction of indulging themselves, each of Sunjata’s hidden scars are on display. The arcs of shark bites across his skin, the deep circular scar in his thigh from the gunshot wound he’d told Niki about before, but he ignores all of those to withdraw.
He doesn’t go far, though, instead he shifts so he doesn’t crush Niki on the couch and sits beside him, tilting toward him to invade his space without weighing him down to cup his jaw and guide him in for a kiss, no words needed up and to this point. “I meant it, you know.” He says breathlessly against the necromancer’s lips.
It’s vastly different from everything else that Sunjata has been up to lately, and while he could go and get off in any number of situations, this was special. In the bliss that threads through him with panting breaths and a racing heart, the intensity of it all screams nothing like the occasional client he took or the normalcy of the House he’d gotten used to.
It’s clear in the attention Niki still gives him, because this wasn’t just the end result and they’d move on with their lives. They were friends, and he’d have to figure out how he could go about looking at Niki without imagining his lips wrapped around his cock, or vice versa.
That’s for later, though, because without the distraction of indulging themselves, each of Sunjata’s hidden scars are on display. The arcs of shark bites across his skin, the deep circular scar in his thigh from the gunshot wound he’d told Niki about before, but he ignores all of those to withdraw.
He doesn’t go far, though, instead he shifts so he doesn’t crush Niki on the couch and sits beside him, tilting toward him to invade his space without weighing him down to cup his jaw and guide him in for a kiss, no words needed up and to this point. “I meant it, you know.” He says breathlessly 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.
