SUNJATA
the flood
i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"
that "the answers unlock this gate"
Honestly, it was quite the challenge to get there. Distantly, Sunjata wonders if perhaps Nate wasn’t Ascended and possibly as exhausted and drunk as he was, if they’d ever make it there in the first place. But those kinds of thoughts don’t matter, not really, not when the support he has is with strong arms and drifting hands, electric blue eyes and Cheshire grins.
But they get there, some fucking how, and Sunjata shivers each time Nate’s lips meet skin, each time he’s pressed against a surface to readjust. But the bed is a welcome reprieve, soft and gentle compared to painful joints and bruises that form, and he doesn’t even care if his skin is still wet and shimmering from the shower they’d just departed – none of it matters aside from the heavy lidded look he gives Nate, humming with the hand at his hip, the almost praise in a sense that gets through his mind.
His head tilts up a small amount when Nate’s hand is there, cupping his jaw, giving into the kiss that’s given – long and almost sweet in a sense, before the Ascended’s other hand is roaming for those partial shifts again, having Sunjata humming beneath, vibrating, trembling with each pass. Of course, Sunjata holds out as long as he can, the slight arch to his back in one spot in particular before Sunjata begins to let a low whine slip from his throat, vibrating against the Ascended with almost everything he has, cocooned himself by a curtain of dark hair.
He presses back against the kiss, perhaps a touch demanding, desperate, needy, breaking the kiss to trail along Nate’s jaw with a low growl of frustration. Nate should know well enough by now it takes some work to get him to beg for it, and just this? Not quite enough yet.
But they get there, some fucking how, and Sunjata shivers each time Nate’s lips meet skin, each time he’s pressed against a surface to readjust. But the bed is a welcome reprieve, soft and gentle compared to painful joints and bruises that form, and he doesn’t even care if his skin is still wet and shimmering from the shower they’d just departed – none of it matters aside from the heavy lidded look he gives Nate, humming with the hand at his hip, the almost praise in a sense that gets through his mind.
His head tilts up a small amount when Nate’s hand is there, cupping his jaw, giving into the kiss that’s given – long and almost sweet in a sense, before the Ascended’s other hand is roaming for those partial shifts again, having Sunjata humming beneath, vibrating, trembling with each pass. Of course, Sunjata holds out as long as he can, the slight arch to his back in one spot in particular before Sunjata begins to let a low whine slip from his throat, vibrating against the Ascended with almost everything he has, cocooned himself by a curtain of dark hair.
He presses back against the kiss, perhaps a touch demanding, desperate, needy, breaking the kiss to trail along Nate’s jaw with a low growl of frustration. Nate should know well enough by now it takes some work to get him to beg for it, and just this? Not quite enough yet.
'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.
