SUNJATA
if the tide takes california, i'm so glad i got to hold ya
He wants this memory etched into his mind, of waking up with Nate’s hands on him, of the relief that’s settled so heavily into his bones that he doesn’t know whether he can stand anymore. He certainly hand right now with the weight of his husband pressing against him, with the bulk and brawn of the Ascended that keeps him pushed down, keeps his hands bound and his mind working for any alternatives he can use to his advantage. The wings are a nice touch and Sunjata settles quickly as their leathery edges press against Nate’s back.
He wants to snort an amused comment to him but he can’t. His lips part, sucking in a sharp breath as Nate’s hands move. “I—” It’s cut off with the subsequent teeth that sink into his neck, with the pleasure that rises and has him groaning into the darkness of their room. Always am. He moans mentally too. The wings that push down against Nate work with the rhythm of his hips. And Sunjata thinks he might be able to manage it, but he’s a liar for even thinking it. Because his mind and body is on fire, the sensation rebounded through the connection with the attuned bond, along with the bite that floods his system and has him wanting to press his head back, to offer more of his already bruising neck to his husband, already panting with a sheen of sweat that beads along his skin and tangles in the bit of blood on his chest.
He wants to snort an amused comment to him but he can’t. His lips part, sucking in a sharp breath as Nate’s hands move. “I—” It’s cut off with the subsequent teeth that sink into his neck, with the pleasure that rises and has him groaning into the darkness of their room. Always am. He moans mentally too. The wings that push down against Nate work with the rhythm of his hips. And Sunjata thinks he might be able to manage it, but he’s a liar for even thinking it. Because his mind and body is on fire, the sensation rebounded through the connection with the attuned bond, along with the bite that floods his system and has him wanting to press his head back, to offer more of his already bruising neck to his husband, already panting with a sheen of sweat that beads along his skin and tangles in the bit of blood on his chest.
and if the sky falls from heaven above
oh i know i had the best time falling into love
oh i know i had the best time falling into love
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.
