SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
He smirks as he pulls away from her to hover above her, his gaze stormy and devouring as he watches her face for her reaction as his hand trails. “I think…” He rumbles with another bout of amusement, “that you’d much prefer to have me inside you.” A dark brow lifts as his trailing hand abandons her and he remains hovering, not quite touching her but reaching for himself instead. And he can see the way that it trips her up a small amount, see it in the way she reacts in her surprise.
And was that some frustration on her part?
He hangs his head toward her a small amount, still that arrogant smirk ghosting on the corner of his lips. “But I suppose I can handle myself on my own..” His tone is still husky but a bit suggestive, searching her face as he strokes himself long and slow at first — waiting to see if she’ll pull him to her or if he should continue. He doesn’t mind either way, aside from the fact he’d much prefer to have her do the work for him.
His palm flattens by her shoulder, weight remaining on his knees to keep close yet far enough to support himself, knowing he’ll focus too much on his own touches and grip. She can certainly watch him if she wants to, however, horned head tilting slightly as his breath hitches and he grips his cock a bit more, a bit faster — waiting and toying with himself enough to try and spot a reaction.
And was that some frustration on her part?
He hangs his head toward her a small amount, still that arrogant smirk ghosting on the corner of his lips. “But I suppose I can handle myself on my own..” His tone is still husky but a bit suggestive, searching her face as he strokes himself long and slow at first — waiting to see if she’ll pull him to her or if he should continue. He doesn’t mind either way, aside from the fact he’d much prefer to have her do the work for him.
His palm flattens by her shoulder, weight remaining on his knees to keep close yet far enough to support himself, knowing he’ll focus too much on his own touches and grip. She can certainly watch him if she wants to, however, horned head tilting slightly as his breath hitches and he grips his cock a bit more, a bit faster — waiting and toying with himself enough to try and spot a reaction.
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no 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.
