// so now you've done a little wrong and you need to be forgiven,
by the vicar and the company you keep //
by the vicar and the company you keep //
He almost says it in response, but he refrains. Instead, choosing to send the feeling of how much he missed his husband, sending flickers and sensations of just how much Nate made him whole, made him better, gave him a reason to be all those things. And then more.
But then there’s the determined focus on the way Nate rolls his hips into the attuned, Sunjata focusing keenly on that plus the way his husband’s lips dance along his neck, reclaiming, marking, making him his again. And it’s relieving and igniting, the sensation such polar opposites that he sucks in a sharp breath, a slight arch of his back as he presses himself as close to Nate as he can.
He can feel the drag of fingers in his short crop of brunette hair, igniting under the sensation, lips parting to say something witty perhaps at the tender dance of Nate’s hand as it runs along his hip to his cock, slow and steady that has him hissing a bit in his frustration, in his need. He presses another shimmery mark to Nate’s neck, when quite without warning, Nate grips him and hoarsely offers his demand both audibly and mentally, the sensation of all of it causing his hips to shift on instinct, his breath to hitch and suck in sharply, the “Ah, fuck—” That leaves him in that deep and equally hoarse groan that slips from him, sending those electric pulses of sensation through it to Nate to show him what he’s doing to him.
Fingers tighten in the raven hair, Sunjata unable to dive his head in from where Nate keeps him still, and all he can do is offer the Ascended what he wants, breathy moans that color the air with Nate’s name on his lips, the briefest, barest hint of pleading within them. After all, he can’t make it easy now can he? He has to throw a bit of playfulness in there, the biting of his tongue to keep from asking out right, to keep from begging.
But then there’s the determined focus on the way Nate rolls his hips into the attuned, Sunjata focusing keenly on that plus the way his husband’s lips dance along his neck, reclaiming, marking, making him his again. And it’s relieving and igniting, the sensation such polar opposites that he sucks in a sharp breath, a slight arch of his back as he presses himself as close to Nate as he can.
He can feel the drag of fingers in his short crop of brunette hair, igniting under the sensation, lips parting to say something witty perhaps at the tender dance of Nate’s hand as it runs along his hip to his cock, slow and steady that has him hissing a bit in his frustration, in his need. He presses another shimmery mark to Nate’s neck, when quite without warning, Nate grips him and hoarsely offers his demand both audibly and mentally, the sensation of all of it causing his hips to shift on instinct, his breath to hitch and suck in sharply, the “Ah, fuck—” That leaves him in that deep and equally hoarse groan that slips from him, sending those electric pulses of sensation through it to Nate to show him what he’s doing to him.
Fingers tighten in the raven hair, Sunjata unable to dive his head in from where Nate keeps him still, and all he can do is offer the Ascended what he wants, breathy moans that color the air with Nate’s name on his lips, the briefest, barest hint of pleading within them. After all, he can’t make it easy now can he? He has to throw a bit of playfulness in there, the biting of his tongue to keep from asking out right, to keep from begging.
// this is the sin that i will confess to release myself
from consequence and everyone can tell //
from consequence and everyone can tell //
SUNJATA
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.
