- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
let's all just run away
As much fun as it is to slowly, deliberately unwind Sunjata, to let hands and teeth roam across the expanse of skin being offered up to him, Nate is glad when the water stops. Glad that it brings with it hands tangling in his hair, pressure on his throat, and a strained answer, pointing him, them, towards the bed. The arm that had been tracing maddening patterns along the attuned's skin wrapped around his middle now, almost like they were going to dance, while the other stayed wrapped around his shoulders.
There are some stumbles on the way to the bed, the trip stopped more than once by Nate pressing Sunjata up against whatever wall was closest, readjusting his grip and taking advantage of the pause to press his lips against whatever part of the attuned he could. But they make it, eventually. Nate has to pause for a moment, looking down at the man beneath him, something shining in his eyes as he does. This is not a place he expected to be, but now that he's here there's nowhere he'd rather be.
"Look at you." He murmurs, doing exactly that, one hand wrapping somewhat possesively around the attuned's hip, while the other reaches up to press at his own neck, at the marks that are only just making themselves known. The reverie doesn't last long, Nate moving over Sunjata to cup his jaw, press another proper kiss to his lips. Long, a touch too much this time, as opposed to the touch too little from before. And while they're locked together, his hands move again, pressing against the sensitive spots he'd found, trying to pull enough desperation from Sunjata that he asks, without being told to.
There are some stumbles on the way to the bed, the trip stopped more than once by Nate pressing Sunjata up against whatever wall was closest, readjusting his grip and taking advantage of the pause to press his lips against whatever part of the attuned he could. But they make it, eventually. Nate has to pause for a moment, looking down at the man beneath him, something shining in his eyes as he does. This is not a place he expected to be, but now that he's here there's nowhere he'd rather be.
"Look at you." He murmurs, doing exactly that, one hand wrapping somewhat possesively around the attuned's hip, while the other reaches up to press at his own neck, at the marks that are only just making themselves known. The reverie doesn't last long, Nate moving over Sunjata to cup his jaw, press another proper kiss to his lips. Long, a touch too much this time, as opposed to the touch too little from before. And while they're locked together, his hands move again, pressing against the sensitive spots he'd found, trying to pull enough desperation from Sunjata that he asks, without being told to.
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today
and we'll burn this world today
