Strange Days

- NATE -

but who am I to say?
let's all just run away

Nate can feel the tremble in the body beneath him, the struggle to keep still as he moves, swallowing and rolling his tongue as he does, using whatever tricks he needs to send pleasure shooting through the attuned. All of it goes straight to his head, the power, the precarious situation he holds Sunjata in, but he should expect it won't be so easy. The hands tugging at his hair don't exactly distract, but they certainly disrupt Nate's rhythm, his head tilting back into the tugging, electric eyes rolling back with the tingle of sensation.

For a single moment, Nate considers pulling his claws back, avoiding the marks they'd cause on the attuned's skin, but... they had been there as a warning, and if there were no consequences, what kind of tryst would they be having? Besides, the point of not leaving marks has long since passed. What are a few scars in the grand scheme of things, especially ones that come from something good? Nate hums, letting the sound vibrate through him, and drags his hands down, sinking lower to take more of Sunjata's cock into his throat.

grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today