the city looks so pretty
do you wanna burn it with me?
His actions work well for his lover, and he growls his approval against her lips, hands working her over in practiced techniques. Though when she grabs his cock, a gasp leaves him, hips rising just enough against her hand while his kisses grow heavier, hungrier, his heart thundering in his chest. But she teases him, like she always does, and he intends to make her realize that he needs her now before the momentarily forgotten summoner joins in. Though his fingers continue their circles and play, the surprise causes them to twitch slightly, once Loren had cupped his balls.
And well, it’s certainly a new experience, and he finds that he’s not complaining — instead, offering Loren a throaty groan of his own approval — at least until the summoner pulls his lover from his lips to capture her own with his. Luckily, Sunjata doesn’t mind, this time. And he moves forward to capture the other side of her neck, tender kisses placed to the scar that had taken her life, before they grow hungrier the further down they go. And by the time his lips have found her collarbones, they’re met with sharp bites and a caressing tongue, moving south and south so painfully slow.
But his hips continue to rock against her hand and Loren’s own actions, and as he presses his face into Lusea’s breasts, his now free hand searches for the summoner, to tug him closer, to dig nails into his shoulders and arms, briefly, before some amount of confidence overrides him and he lifts his hand toward Loren’s blonde hair, fisting his hand within and tugging like he had Lusea’s own.
And well, it’s certainly a new experience, and he finds that he’s not complaining — instead, offering Loren a throaty groan of his own approval — at least until the summoner pulls his lover from his lips to capture her own with his. Luckily, Sunjata doesn’t mind, this time. And he moves forward to capture the other side of her neck, tender kisses placed to the scar that had taken her life, before they grow hungrier the further down they go. And by the time his lips have found her collarbones, they’re met with sharp bites and a caressing tongue, moving south and south so painfully slow.
But his hips continue to rock against her hand and Loren’s own actions, and as he presses his face into Lusea’s breasts, his now free hand searches for the summoner, to tug him closer, to dig nails into his shoulders and arms, briefly, before some amount of confidence overrides him and he lifts his hand toward Loren’s blonde hair, fisting his hand within and tugging like he had Lusea’s own.
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.
