NATE
Shivers tingle in the back of his neck, trying to spread down his spine, trying to conjure something to match what’s being sent through the ring. Bruises don’t last in this body, but Nate still groans as they’re painted on his skin, the rhythm of his hips stuttering, unlike his hand. Being able to do this, to drag Sunjata to this edge, to fill him with the kind of need that has him closing every gap between them, sates some hunger in Nate, but makes him more greedy, wanting more and more and more.
A keening moan leaves Nate, useless breath catching in his theoat and fingers on both hands twitch, squeezing with the extra stimulation. ”Good boy.” The rumble cuts through the sounds pouring from Sunjata, helpless and honeyed. It brings a sense of warm pride to his chest, one that overflows immediately, pouring through the bond. With his hand still holding the attuned still, Nate shifts, cool breath preceding the threat of teeth dragged under Sunjata’s ear. To drag against scars (and scars and scars and scars) and his spot. I know you want to give in, Sunny. So why don’t you? Is left unsaid, unthought. The hand on Sunjata's cock slows though, offering a chance to breathe, to actually respond.
A keening moan leaves Nate, useless breath catching in his theoat and fingers on both hands twitch, squeezing with the extra stimulation. ”Good boy.” The rumble cuts through the sounds pouring from Sunjata, helpless and honeyed. It brings a sense of warm pride to his chest, one that overflows immediately, pouring through the bond. With his hand still holding the attuned still, Nate shifts, cool breath preceding the threat of teeth dragged under Sunjata’s ear. To drag against scars (and scars and scars and scars) and his spot. I know you want to give in, Sunny. So why don’t you? Is left unsaid, unthought. The hand on Sunjata's cock slows though, offering a chance to breathe, to actually respond.
killed my old self
but the new me isn't much better
but the new me isn't much better
