darling, can't you see?
I'm a broken man with addictive tendencies
The grind of Nate’s hips has Sunjata burning, holding on long enough to hear the sounds that leave Nate, the mental vibrating words that make him ache and throb, a shudder audibly leaving his lips and racing down his spine, wings flaring and flexing from where they support Nate, stretched out from his back. Sweat beads along his skin, along with the command he’s given to Nate, a test to see just how close he can bring his husband to feeling.
He half expects Nate to deny him if only to drive him further insane. But he doesn’t, lips colliding messily, Sunjata hardly capable of stilling long enough to make the connection — but he has to know. The bite is fire again, shocking through his system, heart thundering and hips rocking even as Nate stills, letting the shock reverberate through him. Sunjata can’t help but to tilt his head back when his husband pulls away from the bite, when Nate grinds down and tightens his legs, hand fisted in his hair, pressed tight against him.
And it burns him, so incredibly much, that a throaty moan leaves him as he rocks into Nate, wings drawing forward to wrap tightly around his husband, finding that edge and crossing over it, muscles flexing and tightening as he does — some shuddering gasp leaving him as he does. The hand on Nate’s shoulder shifts to human again, fingers tangling in Nate’s hair, keeping his husband close, head dropping forward to rest on the shoulder as he tries to catch his breath, his mind numb to everything, unable to form any words.
He half expects Nate to deny him if only to drive him further insane. But he doesn’t, lips colliding messily, Sunjata hardly capable of stilling long enough to make the connection — but he has to know. The bite is fire again, shocking through his system, heart thundering and hips rocking even as Nate stills, letting the shock reverberate through him. Sunjata can’t help but to tilt his head back when his husband pulls away from the bite, when Nate grinds down and tightens his legs, hand fisted in his hair, pressed tight against him.
And it burns him, so incredibly much, that a throaty moan leaves him as he rocks into Nate, wings drawing forward to wrap tightly around his husband, finding that edge and crossing over it, muscles flexing and tightening as he does — some shuddering gasp leaving him as he does. The hand on Nate’s shoulder shifts to human again, fingers tangling in Nate’s hair, keeping his husband close, head dropping forward to rest on the shoulder as he tries to catch his breath, his mind numb to everything, unable to form any words.
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.
