darling, can't you see?
I'm a broken man with addictive tendencies
It’s a surprise, the way Nate’s so easily moved. He expects to find some resistance, some pull back, some attempt to make Sunjata work for it despite the clear need that flushes his cheeks, his neck, arises that flame in his gut that Nate knows just how to sate. A low hum leaves him with the roll of Nate’s hips, managing to remove the clothes that separate them despite the tangle of limbs and wings they are. Lips find their way to Nate’s neck again; relinquishing control for removing his own shorts, quite incapable of stopping himself from rolling his own hips too — greed getting the best of him.
But when all the clothes are removed, Sunjata finds his head tilting slightly into the brush of fingers against his scalp, pulling away from the space he’s claimed on Nate’s neck, silver eyes focusing on finding a steel and blue one peering back. “Remember that day on the isles?” It’s a breathy, deep purr, a slight smirk crossing his face, sharpened teeth revealed with the motion. He remembers that day, the one of when Sunjata had become the Arbiter, when they had found those hatched eggs of the sea turtles, when he’d wrapped himself around Nate in his snake form, and lastly when there was nothing left around but the stars and the moon when Nate had showed him just another way to drive him insane and over the edge.
He doesn’t particularly wait for a response this time, however, having the reins as he does. He pulls the two of them further back so that Sunjata might rest with his back and his wings against the headboard of the bed, the wings that curve in to drag their tips against Nate’s back while Sunjata readjusts the Ascended to settle in his lap against the hard aching length of him, clawed hands digging into the hollows of Nate’s hips. That is where we go from here, skatjie. His gaze glitters with a hint of mischief, pressing up to land a sparking nip of a bite to the space between Nate’s collarbones, still relinquishing a bit of that control over to Nate should he have a better idea.
Though Sunjata finds he certainly prefers the view of this far more, cocooned in their own darkness and blue glow.
But when all the clothes are removed, Sunjata finds his head tilting slightly into the brush of fingers against his scalp, pulling away from the space he’s claimed on Nate’s neck, silver eyes focusing on finding a steel and blue one peering back. “Remember that day on the isles?” It’s a breathy, deep purr, a slight smirk crossing his face, sharpened teeth revealed with the motion. He remembers that day, the one of when Sunjata had become the Arbiter, when they had found those hatched eggs of the sea turtles, when he’d wrapped himself around Nate in his snake form, and lastly when there was nothing left around but the stars and the moon when Nate had showed him just another way to drive him insane and over the edge.
He doesn’t particularly wait for a response this time, however, having the reins as he does. He pulls the two of them further back so that Sunjata might rest with his back and his wings against the headboard of the bed, the wings that curve in to drag their tips against Nate’s back while Sunjata readjusts the Ascended to settle in his lap against the hard aching length of him, clawed hands digging into the hollows of Nate’s hips. That is where we go from here, skatjie. His gaze glitters with a hint of mischief, pressing up to land a sparking nip of a bite to the space between Nate’s collarbones, still relinquishing a bit of that control over to Nate should he have a better idea.
Though Sunjata finds he certainly prefers the view of this far more, cocooned in their own darkness and blue glow.
and I think I love you
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
