- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
"Enjoy away." The purr barely has time to leave Nate before their lips are pressing together, thoughts of breath and fighting back as far from his mind as they could possibly be. All that matters, all that he needs to think about is below him and wrapped around him and present in a way that almost nothing else is. There's a groan, a whine when the kiss is broken and Sunjata gasps for air, coming back in far too quickly to have actually helped his breathlessness.
A self satisfied hum answers the hiss, Nate letting his eyes flutter closed as he presses in harder against the smirk on the other man, as he slips off his shorts and settles down again. The growl seems to ripple through him, highlighting again how strange this position is to be in, because he doesn't need to rise up, to meet the challenge, the new demands, the heavier hands in his hair and on his body. Nate can just enjoy them, lose himself in the feeling of being touched. Of Sunjata touching him in all they ways he knew could be felt.
Shifting with the attuned is easy, though Nate mourns the loss of his kiss, the attuneds fangs in his neck are the next best thing. He presses into the feeling, the almost pain, almost something, and hardly notices the loss of the hands. Unblinking eyes meet the stormy gaze that roams over him, something in them hazy, clouded over with hunger, though it doesn't change the keenness of his grin. "No harm in trying, right?" The words dragged out of him, his accent growing slightly more prominent as he teased, hands gripping Sunjata's shoulders tight so he had the leverage to grind down in a smooth, easy motion. "I'd trust me though."
A self satisfied hum answers the hiss, Nate letting his eyes flutter closed as he presses in harder against the smirk on the other man, as he slips off his shorts and settles down again. The growl seems to ripple through him, highlighting again how strange this position is to be in, because he doesn't need to rise up, to meet the challenge, the new demands, the heavier hands in his hair and on his body. Nate can just enjoy them, lose himself in the feeling of being touched. Of Sunjata touching him in all they ways he knew could be felt.
Shifting with the attuned is easy, though Nate mourns the loss of his kiss, the attuneds fangs in his neck are the next best thing. He presses into the feeling, the almost pain, almost something, and hardly notices the loss of the hands. Unblinking eyes meet the stormy gaze that roams over him, something in them hazy, clouded over with hunger, though it doesn't change the keenness of his grin. "No harm in trying, right?" The words dragged out of him, his accent growing slightly more prominent as he teased, hands gripping Sunjata's shoulders tight so he had the leverage to grind down in a smooth, easy motion. "I'd trust me though."
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
