- NATE -
don't you pray? don't you pray
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
As soon as Sunjatas chin tips up, there’s a hum of approval from Nate, a low growl of ”Oh, good boy.” It’s the only thing he manages to get out, between the attuned’s answer and the kiss. The world around them grows hazy, all of Nate’s attention focused on the man beneath him, the submission he pulls from him. That in itself is more addicting than anything else.
”One or two...” Nate sighs, a low groan pulled from him by the teeth at his lips. ”Just enough to be noticed, hmm?” Of course, he's more than happy to oblige, and with Sunjatas neck once more a blank canvas, he has the opportunity to be a little more discerning about where his marks will go.
While he thinks about it, or tries to, with the distraction of teeth and lips pressing against him, Nate’s hand moves from its rough grip around the other mans hip, fingers slipping into Sunjatas pants, in what little space exists between their bodies, until he’s palming at the attuned’s cock.
”One or two...” Nate sighs, a low groan pulled from him by the teeth at his lips. ”Just enough to be noticed, hmm?” Of course, he's more than happy to oblige, and with Sunjatas neck once more a blank canvas, he has the opportunity to be a little more discerning about where his marks will go.
While he thinks about it, or tries to, with the distraction of teeth and lips pressing against him, Nate’s hand moves from its rough grip around the other mans hip, fingers slipping into Sunjatas pants, in what little space exists between their bodies, until he’s palming at the attuned’s cock.
got a man, don't need him, but you wait
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
