swimming in the murky water

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

Suddenly, things just feel right again. As Nate embraces the darkness and awakens within it. He takes control, takes charge, and Sunjata is along for the ride wholeheartedly. He gives into the surprises and firsts again and again, placing all of his trust and desire into the Ascended’s hands. And gods does Nate not disappoint. Goosebumps race up and down his spine with the kisses pressed to his hips, the sharp realization of those teeth beneath it, but it’s this new first that has him writhing with pleasure and goosebumps.

So of course, he presses with, following that rhythm that Nate sets, his breaths heavy and panting, sweat beading up. He can’t help but a breathy half laugh at Nate’s comment, a shudder traveling down his spine. The hand at Nate’s shoulder digs in a bit, a feigned attempt to guide the Ascended while still following through with the way his other hand is free yet doesn’t make a move. The claws soon shift back into fingers, tangling and tugging hard at Nate’s hair, head tilting back with the arch of his back. A silent plea with the growing flame in his gut, the same statement as before.

SUNJATA