i bank on the funeral
“Maybe.” Sunjata begins, but is cut off by the feeling of Nate beneath his fingertips, like a fire being stoked that Sunjata both has and doesn’t have control over. It’s invigorating, like a lightning strike deep within him. Nate grows rougher, more desperate, and Sunjata can’t help but to be influenced so much by this that he, too, begins to burn.
But then Nate’s moving away, and a very unsatisfied hiss leaves Sunjata, only made slightly better by the remainder of clothes being pulled away. He leans back on his hands while Nate leaves just enough to drop a bottle onto the bed before an arm wraps around him, pulling him back. A bit of a barked laugh of surprise leaves him, but he does as asked — not like he has to, Nate is stronger than he is. But it is made more challenging by the lips at his neck, goosebumps that rise up and down his spine, horns curling around his head with the path Nate’s hand takes.
It’s a different sensation than he’s used to, having grown so used to Nate only getting some sort of semblance of feeling with the bite that this is an entirely different beast. And he gladly hands the reins over to Nate, his head shifting slightly to try and press a kiss to Nate’s jaw, to his cheek, wherever he can reach — the flush growing along his cheeks and neck, groans leaving him as Nate picks a rhythm, his hands roaming along the Attuned’s skin. And Sunjata can’t help but to let his hands roam too, grappling for whatever kind of hold he can get. One tangled in Nate’s hair, the other digging blunt nails into his side over a star tattoo.
But then Nate’s moving away, and a very unsatisfied hiss leaves Sunjata, only made slightly better by the remainder of clothes being pulled away. He leans back on his hands while Nate leaves just enough to drop a bottle onto the bed before an arm wraps around him, pulling him back. A bit of a barked laugh of surprise leaves him, but he does as asked — not like he has to, Nate is stronger than he is. But it is made more challenging by the lips at his neck, goosebumps that rise up and down his spine, horns curling around his head with the path Nate’s hand takes.
It’s a different sensation than he’s used to, having grown so used to Nate only getting some sort of semblance of feeling with the bite that this is an entirely different beast. And he gladly hands the reins over to Nate, his head shifting slightly to try and press a kiss to Nate’s jaw, to his cheek, wherever he can reach — the flush growing along his cheeks and neck, groans leaving him as Nate picks a rhythm, his hands roaming along the Attuned’s skin. And Sunjata can’t help but to let his hands roam too, grappling for whatever kind of hold he can get. One tangled in Nate’s hair, the other digging blunt nails into his side over a star tattoo.
'cause i learned all my lessons that way
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.
