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
Nate arches into the hot, leathery weight bearing down on him, soaking up every pound of pressure, half wishing he could bruise just for proof of this morning. With a trembling groan, the ascended breaks away from the bite, his chest heaving with stolen breath for the half second before he sinks down again, leaving more bruising marks under his heavy lips. He drags his way across the expanse of Sunjata’s throat slowly, compared to the rhythm of his hips and squeezing hands. Finally, he reaches the racing pulse on the other side, some innate sense of symmetry making these scars perfect mirrors, evidence of a deep, desperate hunger.
Finally those hands around Sunjata’s wrists flicker away, reappearing around his hips so Nate’s truer hands can roam. One creeps upwards, dragging nails through the short crop of curls, the thumb stroking the thin patch of skin between scar and cheekbone. The other slips between them again, wrapping around Sunjata’s cock to stroke in time with the quick, desperate motion of his hips. I can’t keep my hands off you. Nate jokes, a deep growl rumbling in his chest in time with the words, his mouth too full to do the whole job.
He’s not even sure if he’s racing for the cliff in Sunjata or himself, not even sure if he’s going to stop when they reach it. Wouldn’t it be perfect to plummet forever, together? Couldn’t he hold them in that place just a breath longer than they belong?
Finally those hands around Sunjata’s wrists flicker away, reappearing around his hips so Nate’s truer hands can roam. One creeps upwards, dragging nails through the short crop of curls, the thumb stroking the thin patch of skin between scar and cheekbone. The other slips between them again, wrapping around Sunjata’s cock to stroke in time with the quick, desperate motion of his hips. I can’t keep my hands off you. Nate jokes, a deep growl rumbling in his chest in time with the words, his mouth too full to do the whole job.
He’s not even sure if he’s racing for the cliff in Sunjata or himself, not even sure if he’s going to stop when they reach it. Wouldn’t it be perfect to plummet forever, together? Couldn’t he hold them in that place just a breath longer than they belong?
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
