SUNJATA
the flood
i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"
that "the answers unlock this gate"
It’s a different connection, a different kind of drowning that Sunjata has grown attached to in his subconscious. Sure, pleasure for a night was great, but to connect? Apparently that’s what he craves the most. Nate’s hips roll toward him and Sunjata shivers under all of the attention. He presses back against Nate, fingers diving and exploring, far more attentive this time than any of them previously.
His fingers drift along the webbing, once more, a bit more practiced and focused as if he’s searching for something — eliciting a sharp gasp of a sound to leave him, head tilting back a small amount with the fingers tangled in his hair. That, in addition to the bite, smolder him like long hidden flames within, urging and breaking to get free. Nate could likely get the same response from him even without the bite, though the combination of them all cause an overwhelming sense of electricity to fork its way through his body.
The question of a bed has Sunjata a bit more focused, a bit less drunk on the feeling that Nate gives him, and his hands still in their exploration for a mere moment before they’re drifting up to tangle into the Ascended’s hair, uncoordinated as he is with everything coursing through him. One hand leaves to shut the water off, the other pulls him closer, aiming lips for Nate’s own jaw and neck, sharper kisses and bites given to the Ascended with the purpose of trying to leave a mark, unsure how but wanting to. Perhaps a dark shimmering hue left behind, the faintest of bruises but still noticeable, still there.
“Next room.” He vibrates against Nate’s skin, a pant and nearly a plea before his legs give out on him.
His fingers drift along the webbing, once more, a bit more practiced and focused as if he’s searching for something — eliciting a sharp gasp of a sound to leave him, head tilting back a small amount with the fingers tangled in his hair. That, in addition to the bite, smolder him like long hidden flames within, urging and breaking to get free. Nate could likely get the same response from him even without the bite, though the combination of them all cause an overwhelming sense of electricity to fork its way through his body.
The question of a bed has Sunjata a bit more focused, a bit less drunk on the feeling that Nate gives him, and his hands still in their exploration for a mere moment before they’re drifting up to tangle into the Ascended’s hair, uncoordinated as he is with everything coursing through him. One hand leaves to shut the water off, the other pulls him closer, aiming lips for Nate’s own jaw and neck, sharper kisses and bites given to the Ascended with the purpose of trying to leave a mark, unsure how but wanting to. Perhaps a dark shimmering hue left behind, the faintest of bruises but still noticeable, still there.
“Next room.” He vibrates against Nate’s skin, a pant and nearly a plea before his legs give out on him.
'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed
you'd still be wishing you were blessed
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.
