swimming in the murky water

i don't know where home is, but i suppose it's anywhere i go that's any good at all

Another pleased rumble leaves Nate, as his words get him exactly what he wants, as they tease Sunjata as effectively as his hands do, demanding more, when he's already been given so much. "Kyk na jou. So 'n goeie seun." It's easier, now that he's in it, to keep the words in Korofi, to lean into the growl of them. It feels like a way to be protective, to be possessive, without dipping into darkness, or fighting. Second only to his bite, of course, though that brings out far more than possessiveness.

Nate can't find it in himself to tease forever, to growl in displeasure as the hand that had so obediently stayed where he put it, not right now, with the bite singing through him, with hands tangled in his hair. He shifts, instead, letting his one eyed gaze fall from Sunjata's face and to his hand, to watch the way he touches himself, to watch the tension, the pressure, finally overflow.

Fingers withdraw before teeth do, wiped haphazardly on the sheets before they trail up to wrap around Sunjata's other hip. Nate pulls back with a low sigh of contentment, his lips dipping to kiss a path up the attuned's body, ending in a hungry, passionate claiming of his lips, both hands following to wrap around Sunjata's neck, to tangle in the short crop of hair on his head, to hold him still so he can be kissed.

NATE