the city looks so pretty
do you wanna burn it with me?
This time, the scars don’t give him pause. Not when he feels as though he has something to prove, and he caresses them with teeth and marks of his own, marks of love over marks of death before she’s leaning back into him and grinding into Loren. He hums his own breathless approval at her movements and sounds, hands pressing into her side as her hand tightens in his own for far too brief of a moment, but he’s distracted by the hand that reaches for his chest, welting and leaving a very different sort of mark that rises goosebumps from his skin, and a growl from his throat.
Lusea stands then, and both Sunjata and Loren’s eyes flit to her, and while he does not bear the scars that she does, he has his own — the jagged scar from behind his neck that runs down to the top of his chest, covered only by the compass to his tattoos that when Lusea returns will point their norths straight to her. And he follows Loren soon after Lusea’s momentary departure to remove his own, now that the belt has been removed, fallen somewhere along the floor of the dark corner. He’s prepared for her return, aching and hard with need and want and the primal desire he has for this, like the old days.
The Flood to her flame returns as she turns between them, facing him now and his gunmetal eyes are aflame as he devours her. Her lips press against his ear and she’s within such a perfect reach for his calloused hands to reach for her breasts, to pinch and flick as a husky chuckle leaves his throat. “You have never.” He hums though it comes out as a growl as he momentarily forgets about Loren, caught up in the inferno that is his rebellious lover.
It doesn’t last long as the loud slap can be heard and Sunjata’s grin grows a bit feral at this, pleased with this recent development, letting Loren figure it out. It seems to have worked and he moves with them enough, to get closer to capture Lusea’s lips with his own, tugging at her bottom lip with sharp teeth. His hand drifts lower, one remaining on her breast while the other aims for underneath her, dragging with nails that dig in, to aim well practiced pressure in circles along one of his favorite parts of her.
Lusea stands then, and both Sunjata and Loren’s eyes flit to her, and while he does not bear the scars that she does, he has his own — the jagged scar from behind his neck that runs down to the top of his chest, covered only by the compass to his tattoos that when Lusea returns will point their norths straight to her. And he follows Loren soon after Lusea’s momentary departure to remove his own, now that the belt has been removed, fallen somewhere along the floor of the dark corner. He’s prepared for her return, aching and hard with need and want and the primal desire he has for this, like the old days.
The Flood to her flame returns as she turns between them, facing him now and his gunmetal eyes are aflame as he devours her. Her lips press against his ear and she’s within such a perfect reach for his calloused hands to reach for her breasts, to pinch and flick as a husky chuckle leaves his throat. “You have never.” He hums though it comes out as a growl as he momentarily forgets about Loren, caught up in the inferno that is his rebellious lover.
It doesn’t last long as the loud slap can be heard and Sunjata’s grin grows a bit feral at this, pleased with this recent development, letting Loren figure it out. It seems to have worked and he moves with them enough, to get closer to capture Lusea’s lips with his own, tugging at her bottom lip with sharp teeth. His hand drifts lower, one remaining on her breast while the other aims for underneath her, dragging with nails that dig in, to aim well practiced pressure in circles along one of his favorite parts of her.
till the skies bleed ashes
and the fucking skyline crashes
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.
