i don't know where home is, but i suppose it's anywhere i go that's any good at all
"I'm okay." The assurance comes automatically, Nate's hand moving away from his forehead to reveal nothing, not even any redness from the bump. Not that the other man seems to be actually apologetic in the least, but that had kind of been the point. To draw out this ease, this relaxation. To give him a break, after everything. And, if it results in an hour of close touchyness and mushy feelings, then so be it.
Strong, steady hands help where Sunjata seems to be faltering, where he seems to be getting too caught up in the movement, the rearrangement. They make it where they need to be in the end, settled in comfortably, where they'll more than likely spend the next few hours. But for those few hours, Nate has the only person who matters to him as close as possible, in his arms, free to kiss, and talk to, and... Gods, he really is lucky isn't he? To get a whole second chance at life, and find someone so perfect for him, someone who he feels almost perfect for. His fingers move in slow circles on Sunjata's back, an easy pressure to lean into while he waits, proper smile on his lips, for an answer. Fine is good, is what he expected, and Nate nods simply, accepting it easily.
Slow fingers reach up, tangling through his hair, pressing against his face, the goal seemingly to simply touch, without any kind of tact. It brings a smug grin to Nate's lips, something on his face deeply satisfied, deeply content. He might not have a big cat lingering just under his skin, but you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at him, not in this moment. "You can ask me whatever you want Jata." His voice comes out as a purr, the words honey dripped, though his own hands slow a little, trying to keep from distracting away from whatever seems to be so important.
Strong, steady hands help where Sunjata seems to be faltering, where he seems to be getting too caught up in the movement, the rearrangement. They make it where they need to be in the end, settled in comfortably, where they'll more than likely spend the next few hours. But for those few hours, Nate has the only person who matters to him as close as possible, in his arms, free to kiss, and talk to, and... Gods, he really is lucky isn't he? To get a whole second chance at life, and find someone so perfect for him, someone who he feels almost perfect for. His fingers move in slow circles on Sunjata's back, an easy pressure to lean into while he waits, proper smile on his lips, for an answer. Fine is good, is what he expected, and Nate nods simply, accepting it easily.
Slow fingers reach up, tangling through his hair, pressing against his face, the goal seemingly to simply touch, without any kind of tact. It brings a smug grin to Nate's lips, something on his face deeply satisfied, deeply content. He might not have a big cat lingering just under his skin, but you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at him, not in this moment. "You can ask me whatever you want Jata." His voice comes out as a purr, the words honey dripped, though his own hands slow a little, trying to keep from distracting away from whatever seems to be so important.
NATE
