You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave
Of course not. Of course not. There’s a warm tenderness that wraps around Nate that he isn’t sure how to handle, the feeling of such pure, obvious love almost too much. Even with the boons of the room, he can’t blush, not properly, but there is a tinge in his ears, barely visible with the way he’s melting against his husband.
Nate’s lips press against the fur as it melts into warm skin, then warmer scales, smooth and unyielding. He has to wonder if Sunjata can feel anything through them, or if there’s an all too familiar distance between what happens and what he feels. Wings of two varieties unfurl, one set under the ascended’s curious fingers, and the other wrapping around him in a protective shell. Much better. Its a purr, deep and rumbling.
Both of his hands move this time, Nate finally rising front his spot to reach above him, around him, fingers applying the slightest bit of pressure against the smooth sturdy skin of the dragons wings. So different to the soft, almost velveteen fragility of the bats wings, where his fingers drop to next. He’s glad to have pulled away now that there’s reason to watch Sunjata’s face, Nate still remembering the first time he’d teased along the sensitive partial shift.
Nate’s lips press against the fur as it melts into warm skin, then warmer scales, smooth and unyielding. He has to wonder if Sunjata can feel anything through them, or if there’s an all too familiar distance between what happens and what he feels. Wings of two varieties unfurl, one set under the ascended’s curious fingers, and the other wrapping around him in a protective shell. Much better. Its a purr, deep and rumbling.
Both of his hands move this time, Nate finally rising front his spot to reach above him, around him, fingers applying the slightest bit of pressure against the smooth sturdy skin of the dragons wings. So different to the soft, almost velveteen fragility of the bats wings, where his fingers drop to next. He’s glad to have pulled away now that there’s reason to watch Sunjata’s face, Nate still remembering the first time he’d teased along the sensitive partial shift.
NATE
