swimming in the murky water

I saw the crosses of empty cathedrals whose prospects were hanging out in bars

A brief moment of reprieve is met as Nate pulls away, a breath of air as the sensation begins to dissipate — no longer overwhelming, but a steady thrum of pressure building within him rather than the threat of it spilling over. And soon enough, he can focus on what Nate’s doing. The relief granted as the rest of his clothes are pulled away elicits a hum from him, back arching a small amount. And maybe it’s the darkness, but gods it’s a penetrating darkness that without partially shifting his sight, he can’t see the way Nate stares at his wrist as it’s released. And maybe there’s a part of him that appreciates the surprise for what it is, the ability of not quite knowing what happens next that keeps his arm placed exactly where Nate’s left it.

Though it curls slightly against the sheets as Nate’s nipping teeth find the hollows of hips and insides of thighs. A hitch of breath accompanies the sensation and slight surprise of Nate’s hand stroking briefly along his cock. And then, then there’s another new first as the hand leaves and travels further, and Sunjata quite obediently and entirely lust driven gives into everything Nate does. And even if the attuned tries to seek out an electric blue eye, all he can see is the overwhelming darkness of the room, of the fact that Nate’s far more like a shadow given life in this unnatural darkness, that he gives everything he can to his lover.

Another hitch of breath, a growl, and he settles – the hand at Nate’s shoulder with the claws digging in, the other twisting in the sheets, the pressure pooling and building further within him with the new sensation that’s both quite pleasing and still something he’s not at all used to. His head tilts back a bit, back arching and hips pressing back down against the Ascended’s fingers, breath shuddering and legs twitching, cock twitching as he gets used to it.

SUNJATA