You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave
Breathless or not, Nate still feels like he might be drowning as he first presses into Sunjata, the growled moans from the attuned seeming at once distant, and close enough to grasp onto greedily. Fingers flex around Sunjata’s hips, squeezing and holding in equal measure, so long as they keep the man still, so long as Nate can spend a moment etching every fleeting feeling to memory, or at least try.
Nails are enough to rouse Nate from his momentary drifting, but it’s the hand in his hair that really focuses him again, that has him rising to focus bright eyes on his husband. ”You have,” His voice is strained, almost unintelligible with how much of it is growled, ”no idea how fucking good you feel.” They’re the only words Nate can manage, after so long of his mouth being otherwise occupied while they do this.
Some things never change though, an endlessly smug grin coming to his lips as Nate’s hips draw back slowly, and he presses into the hands on him, hissing just a little at the bright, almost painful feeling. While this trip, this room might benefit him the more, Nate is still going to make it more than worthwhile for them. And it starts with teasingly shallow thrusts, his normally smooth rhythm faltering as Nate finds himself wanting to rush ahead.
Nails are enough to rouse Nate from his momentary drifting, but it’s the hand in his hair that really focuses him again, that has him rising to focus bright eyes on his husband. ”You have,” His voice is strained, almost unintelligible with how much of it is growled, ”no idea how fucking good you feel.” They’re the only words Nate can manage, after so long of his mouth being otherwise occupied while they do this.
Some things never change though, an endlessly smug grin coming to his lips as Nate’s hips draw back slowly, and he presses into the hands on him, hissing just a little at the bright, almost painful feeling. While this trip, this room might benefit him the more, Nate is still going to make it more than worthwhile for them. And it starts with teasingly shallow thrusts, his normally smooth rhythm faltering as Nate finds himself wanting to rush ahead.
NATE
