you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
Nate wishes he could spend more time in the white bubble of his bite, more time wrapped in its pleasure. Sunjata keeps it lingering in places, claws digging in, lightning pressed against him. Every little spark has the rhythm of Nate’s hips stumbling, has his body writhing, trying to lean into the heavy handed touches, the flashes of sensation.
A shuddering breath is sucked in, no matter how incessant it is, not matter how it doesn’t help how he wants, as Nate shifts, offering up as much of himself as his husband wants to take, offering up everything, if Sunjata wants it. The words in his head are at once distant and sharp, booming and whispered, the growl of them sliding down Nate’s spine in an entirely different kind of sensation. I fucking love you. His own silent voice drifts, echoes and shifts with the little movements of his body, the motions Nate can’t stop.
The order though, that prompts a different response entirely, has some low and desperate sound rising from Nate, as his head shifts, as he tries to find Sunjata’s lips. They’re drawn to each other, he’s certain, because the ability to actually control himself has very recently left him. He does bite, does as he’s asked, drawing blood from his husbands lips, letting his back arch as much as he can without separating them.
Thai time, the shock manages to surprise him, Nate’s body jerking, stiff for a moment before the shaking begins, before his legs tighten around Sunjata and he grinds down, every part of him twitching, trembling. It’s not quite completion, that peak still lost to him, but gods it’s more than he’s had before, stronger and more overwhelming than he expects. His hand tightens in Sunjata’s hair, and the bite breaks only so Nate can press more fully against the attuned, blunt nails dragging across his shoulders. There’s only so much he can do at the moment, but all of Nate’s scattered focus is locked on dragging Sunjata to that peak with him.
A shuddering breath is sucked in, no matter how incessant it is, not matter how it doesn’t help how he wants, as Nate shifts, offering up as much of himself as his husband wants to take, offering up everything, if Sunjata wants it. The words in his head are at once distant and sharp, booming and whispered, the growl of them sliding down Nate’s spine in an entirely different kind of sensation. I fucking love you. His own silent voice drifts, echoes and shifts with the little movements of his body, the motions Nate can’t stop.
The order though, that prompts a different response entirely, has some low and desperate sound rising from Nate, as his head shifts, as he tries to find Sunjata’s lips. They’re drawn to each other, he’s certain, because the ability to actually control himself has very recently left him. He does bite, does as he’s asked, drawing blood from his husbands lips, letting his back arch as much as he can without separating them.
Thai time, the shock manages to surprise him, Nate’s body jerking, stiff for a moment before the shaking begins, before his legs tighten around Sunjata and he grinds down, every part of him twitching, trembling. It’s not quite completion, that peak still lost to him, but gods it’s more than he’s had before, stronger and more overwhelming than he expects. His hand tightens in Sunjata’s hair, and the bite breaks only so Nate can press more fully against the attuned, blunt nails dragging across his shoulders. There’s only so much he can do at the moment, but all of Nate’s scattered focus is locked on dragging Sunjata to that peak with him.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
