NATE
we've been living on a fault line
and for a while you were all mine
and for a while you were all mine
“Mmhmm.” Nate hums easily, a hand coming to rest on his husband ass, squeezing as his next words coo out of him, the korofi heavier on his tongue than anything else would be. “My prinses.” Whatever argument is brewing behind. Sunjata’s face isn’t voiced, which makes it easy for Nate to ignore, his mental presence warm and comforting, not prying.
All that’s left to do for breakfast is wait, eggs and bacon and those tasty peppers cooking away in the warmth of their oven while Nate settles in to the warmth his husband seems to exude, a barely there sensation that he hadn’t realized he’d missed until it was gone. Sunjata was so cold through blankets, or on the other side of the couch or bed.
“A dance?” Nate makes a show of wrinkling his nose. Do I look like one of your fancy suitors? He teases easily, letting himself be dragged along into the steps, as they were. It’s only a touch more complicated than their swaying had been, Nate just following his husbands lead. And running his thumb along the warm skin of his hand. And... imagining a suit to go along with the slow stiff dance and the slow stuff tune, sending over the imagined outfit as soon as it’s locked down, a grin on his lips.
It only takes a moment before Nate steps just a little too close, still following his husbands lead, but pressed together now, too close for the balls he knows of, and almost certainly too close for the Korofi ones they’re copying. Hey, sonskyn?
All that’s left to do for breakfast is wait, eggs and bacon and those tasty peppers cooking away in the warmth of their oven while Nate settles in to the warmth his husband seems to exude, a barely there sensation that he hadn’t realized he’d missed until it was gone. Sunjata was so cold through blankets, or on the other side of the couch or bed.
“A dance?” Nate makes a show of wrinkling his nose. Do I look like one of your fancy suitors? He teases easily, letting himself be dragged along into the steps, as they were. It’s only a touch more complicated than their swaying had been, Nate just following his husbands lead. And running his thumb along the warm skin of his hand. And... imagining a suit to go along with the slow stiff dance and the slow stuff tune, sending over the imagined outfit as soon as it’s locked down, a grin on his lips.
It only takes a moment before Nate steps just a little too close, still following his husbands lead, but pressed together now, too close for the balls he knows of, and almost certainly too close for the Korofi ones they’re copying. Hey, sonskyn?
i've spent a lifetime, giving you my heart
i swear that i'll be yours forever,
'til forever falls apart
i swear that i'll be yours forever,
'til forever falls apart
