Take It With A Kiss {SE}

NATE

Sunjata is downed easily, moving along with Nate’s insistent pushing easily. Another little rush of love, of warm, silly happiness floods from the ascended as he nuzzles in to a spot against the other mans neck, trying to bury himself even closer.

They’re a feedback loop of burning happiness, and Nate wishes he could stay like this forever, could keep this bond open forever. Never before had he been so perfectly content, never had he thought he’d have his own private sun, even when the one above had turned it’s back on him. He leans into the muzzle that bumps against him, taking the chance to slide into a more comfortable stretch, the liquid feline shape feeling surprisingly fitting in this moment.

It was incredible. A low excited rumble leaves his jaws, cooling into a purr quickly. Stretching out, Nate presses his nose against Sunjata’s, holding his next words until the warm steel gaze met his. This is exactly how I wanted to spend the season. His tongue slips out again to press against his fiancé’s jaw, the closest approximation of a kiss he can manage. We dont have to go home right away, do we?

Let’s admit, without apology,
what we do to each other