you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
Not yet, not yet. A whine leaves Nate, overwhelming need bubbling up in him far quicker than he expects. This is the first time he’s actually tried to restrain himself though, the first time he hasn’t simply indulged as the urge grabbed him. His threatening teeth are pressed back by Sunjata’s,
It’s difficult to explain the tug and pull going on in Nate’s chests the way he’s in control, but not, the way he’s desperate for this, needier than he’s ever been, but not. Nate wants to lean into it, wants to enjoy himself, wants to be told what to do, for the moment. Sunjata’s hands move along his body, and he simply groans, and moves where they tug him. He rises up when prompted, anticipation making parts of him tremble, though there’s still steel in the words that trickle through the bond, wrapped up in a teasing tone. Don’t keep me waiting Sunny, please.
So much happens at once; the dull prick of claws in his side, the white hot spark of lighting pressed between his lips, the sudden stretch and fullness of Sunjata inside him. Each sensation melds, twisting with the others into a single throb that seems to fill him, that almost manages to brush the intensity of the bite. So close that a helpless gasp leaves the ascended, his eyes fluttering.
This is a high he has to chase, even if at first the slow backwards tip of his head must seem like an invitation, it’s all a front, a distraction, before he presses in close again, finding his favoured spot without hesitation. A heavy kiss is pressed against Sunjata’s skin before teeth sink in, the final spark needed to light up the powder keg of want that he’s become.
One hand has stayed twisted in Sunjata’s hair this whole time, while the other moves now, fingers twisting against the shark scarred skin of the attuned’s ribs. They don’t remain, rising to clutch his shoulder instead, unsung it as leverage so Nate can move, rising up and grinding back down, his groans pressed into Sunjata’s skin instead of into his mouth.
It’s difficult to explain the tug and pull going on in Nate’s chests the way he’s in control, but not, the way he’s desperate for this, needier than he’s ever been, but not. Nate wants to lean into it, wants to enjoy himself, wants to be told what to do, for the moment. Sunjata’s hands move along his body, and he simply groans, and moves where they tug him. He rises up when prompted, anticipation making parts of him tremble, though there’s still steel in the words that trickle through the bond, wrapped up in a teasing tone. Don’t keep me waiting Sunny, please.
So much happens at once; the dull prick of claws in his side, the white hot spark of lighting pressed between his lips, the sudden stretch and fullness of Sunjata inside him. Each sensation melds, twisting with the others into a single throb that seems to fill him, that almost manages to brush the intensity of the bite. So close that a helpless gasp leaves the ascended, his eyes fluttering.
This is a high he has to chase, even if at first the slow backwards tip of his head must seem like an invitation, it’s all a front, a distraction, before he presses in close again, finding his favoured spot without hesitation. A heavy kiss is pressed against Sunjata’s skin before teeth sink in, the final spark needed to light up the powder keg of want that he’s become.
One hand has stayed twisted in Sunjata’s hair this whole time, while the other moves now, fingers twisting against the shark scarred skin of the attuned’s ribs. They don’t remain, rising to clutch his shoulder instead, unsung it as leverage so Nate can move, rising up and grinding back down, his groans pressed into Sunjata’s skin instead of into his mouth.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
