- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
let's all just run away
The words might not be anything he understands, but that isn't really the appeal, not as much as the idea that he'd gotten Sunjata to the point that he can just growl in whatever comes most naturally. Nails drag a path back up to his to his hair, pulling a breathless groan from the ascended that turns abruptly to a hiss, as teeth dig into the crook of his neck, drawing silvery fluid and more shivers as something on the other side of simple pressure runs down along his spine.
Another laugh, much rougher, much more affected, rumbles through Nate, the translation appreciated, but not at all necessary, not with the tone of the single word that had fallen from Sunjata's lips. "Good boy." It's not the sure, unaffected voice he normally put's on, but warm, somehow dripping with approval and arousal both. And now that he's gotten what he wanted, the hands seem to have a purpose again, beyond dragging marks into bronze skin. They shift down, to grab at hips, to hold them still, fingers stroking at the very edge of half shifted wings, still trying to pull feeling from that as well.
Lips kiss down the attuneds front, slow, luxuriant, but the goal obvious. Smouldering eyes lock onto his partners face, scraps of the electricity in them passing between them, as Nate sinks lower, kisses at the base of Sunjata's cock, pausing there, a brow raised as if he's asking if this is what the other man wants.
Another laugh, much rougher, much more affected, rumbles through Nate, the translation appreciated, but not at all necessary, not with the tone of the single word that had fallen from Sunjata's lips. "Good boy." It's not the sure, unaffected voice he normally put's on, but warm, somehow dripping with approval and arousal both. And now that he's gotten what he wanted, the hands seem to have a purpose again, beyond dragging marks into bronze skin. They shift down, to grab at hips, to hold them still, fingers stroking at the very edge of half shifted wings, still trying to pull feeling from that as well.
Lips kiss down the attuneds front, slow, luxuriant, but the goal obvious. Smouldering eyes lock onto his partners face, scraps of the electricity in them passing between them, as Nate sinks lower, kisses at the base of Sunjata's cock, pausing there, a brow raised as if he's asking if this is what the other man wants.
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today
and we'll burn this world today
