Strange Days

SUNJATA

the flood

i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"

Appreciation is hummed low in his throat at Nate’s reaction to the roll of his hips — catching him off guard is perhaps one of Sunjata’s favorite things. But Nate’s lips are moving again and Sunjata shivers under the focus there, heart thundering some more he wonders if Nate can feel the pulse against his neck. But then, Nate’s voice hitches, and Sunjata grows far more excited by this aspect, fingers tightening and tugging again to try and elicit the same response.

“I could.” He begins, a breathless whine leaving his lips. “I won’t.” There’s an air of amusement and challenge within it. But the claws dig a bit deeper, dig a bit harder to where it’s almost painful, and Sunjata writhes with it, shuddering and sucking in a sharp breath, trying to pull Nate closer — as close as he can be. But Nate’s speaking again, red lines crossing his skin, along wings, and he can’t help the way his hands abandon Nate’s hair to roam across his pale skin again, nails digging into wherever he can reach. “Ah, bliksem!” He hisses, slipping into his native tongue for a brief moment, trying desperately to recover.

'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed