darling, can't you see?
I'm a broken man with addictive tendencies
It’s the answer he’s glad to have – a day that so many things had changed, a rebirth as it were. And now that they’re on the same page, Sunjata can adjust and shift Nate, wings wrapped around him in their own makeshift cocoon of warm darkness – sounds of a slight hiss slipping from him when Nate’s hips roll again. It only ignites more of that greediness within the Attuned, that need to take. So he manages, pressing forward to land a sparking bite to Nate’s skin, a smirk blossoming against his husband’s body as he feels it rack through him.
The smirk remains when Nate’s hands move to his shoulders, head tilting up so that they collide in a rather loud and messy kiss – those teeth threatening to undo Sunjata the moment Nate bites. So it’s perhaps a bit hasty, the way that Sunjata surges further forward, nipping at Nate’s lip instead. Not yet. It’s a guttural, hoarse demand shot down the bond with a surprising sharpness to the Attuned as it reverberates in his mind.
But he has a plan, and the second Nate bites it will all disappear.
Still, he knows what those teeth can do, and he’d be lying if his heart didn’t stutter for the outcome of it, rushing him along in said plans as he perhaps a bit roughly – additional pressure given in – finally lifts Nate just enough that they align. All Sunjata’s focus a mix between primal senses and the predatory dragon shift that lingers in his skin. The hand at Nate’s hip guides him, the other dragging claws up along Nate’s tattooed side until he can latch onto his husband’s shoulder.
And the next series of things that occur are all done in such a way that Sunjata hopes he can get his husband to feel at least somewhat close to how the Attuned does. The kiss deepens, the claws dig into Nate’s shoulder, his hips buck upward hoping to drive himself into Nate, and he lets loose a slightly stronger shock between them through his uneven breaths, only now relinquishing a grasp of his steeled mind, his hold for the electricity of Nate's own bite.
The smirk remains when Nate’s hands move to his shoulders, head tilting up so that they collide in a rather loud and messy kiss – those teeth threatening to undo Sunjata the moment Nate bites. So it’s perhaps a bit hasty, the way that Sunjata surges further forward, nipping at Nate’s lip instead. Not yet. It’s a guttural, hoarse demand shot down the bond with a surprising sharpness to the Attuned as it reverberates in his mind.
But he has a plan, and the second Nate bites it will all disappear.
Still, he knows what those teeth can do, and he’d be lying if his heart didn’t stutter for the outcome of it, rushing him along in said plans as he perhaps a bit roughly – additional pressure given in – finally lifts Nate just enough that they align. All Sunjata’s focus a mix between primal senses and the predatory dragon shift that lingers in his skin. The hand at Nate’s hip guides him, the other dragging claws up along Nate’s tattooed side until he can latch onto his husband’s shoulder.
And the next series of things that occur are all done in such a way that Sunjata hopes he can get his husband to feel at least somewhat close to how the Attuned does. The kiss deepens, the claws dig into Nate’s shoulder, his hips buck upward hoping to drive himself into Nate, and he lets loose a slightly stronger shock between them through his uneven breaths, only now relinquishing a grasp of his steeled mind, his hold for the electricity of Nate's own bite.
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.
