i'm not a whole person, and i dont think i ever will be
parts of me died in the house i grew up in
It’s a first for him, and he’s still getting used to the rhythms and shifts and movements – but he can’t deny the fact that it’s drowning him, that he is being dismantled by everything Nate’s done so far, regardless if he admits to it or not. He won’t. But it’s working. He’s caving and craving with the bite – breath rasping and body trembling, flushing beneath the sun-kissed skin. He’s on fire, he’s certain of it, and there’s nothing he can do (nor that he wants) to stop it. He dives in like he had the first time, the plea leaving his lips.
But Nate’s teeth leave him once more, and Sunjata growls at the unfairness of it, the way that he doesn’t want it to end, but he can feel himself growing slightly light headed – and when was the last time he’d eaten? He’s dizzy, blinded by lust, holding himself up by the way Nate claws at him, drawing blood, and the way his own claws grip into the wood.
He’s rewarded quickly, however, and a shuddering sigh escapes him, unable to move but receiving the praise, following the movement of Nate’s mouth with an attuned precision through the fog of his mind. He’s burning with no end in sight, and he can feel the pressure, the ignition within him spark further, growling to push it away to indulge longer before it’s over. Nate’s growl doesn’t help, he can feel it, and he twitches and trembles beneath it. He can’t focus long enough to notice that one of Nate’s hands have left their previous spot, dragging a streak of blood along a sweat slicked body, up and up and so close to his neck.
Another growl leaves his throat, and he sinks a small amount – giving into Nate, trying to bridge that gap so the Ascended can reach further, a silent offer among the groans and thundering of his heart. He’s certain it’ll rip out from his chest, unable to stop it. Unwilling to stop it, at least until it’s through.
But Nate’s teeth leave him once more, and Sunjata growls at the unfairness of it, the way that he doesn’t want it to end, but he can feel himself growing slightly light headed – and when was the last time he’d eaten? He’s dizzy, blinded by lust, holding himself up by the way Nate claws at him, drawing blood, and the way his own claws grip into the wood.
He’s rewarded quickly, however, and a shuddering sigh escapes him, unable to move but receiving the praise, following the movement of Nate’s mouth with an attuned precision through the fog of his mind. He’s burning with no end in sight, and he can feel the pressure, the ignition within him spark further, growling to push it away to indulge longer before it’s over. Nate’s growl doesn’t help, he can feel it, and he twitches and trembles beneath it. He can’t focus long enough to notice that one of Nate’s hands have left their previous spot, dragging a streak of blood along a sweat slicked body, up and up and so close to his neck.
Another growl leaves his throat, and he sinks a small amount – giving into Nate, trying to bridge that gap so the Ascended can reach further, a silent offer among the groans and thundering of his heart. He’s certain it’ll rip out from his chest, unable to stop it. Unwilling to stop it, at least until it’s through.
& i visit them in dreams
SUNJATA
