'cause the bad's been slowly getting worse
and this fast lane living, it's a curse
If there was breath to catch in his throat, it would have when their eyes meet, the edges of Nate’s smile growing just a touch easier as he looks upon his husband. “We can do tea in a little bit. I made a new blend actually, with some new things from Ray.” His lips stretch wider the longer he talks, the longer Sunjata’s finger trace soft touches agaisnt his skin.
A plasma lamp? Nate hums, moving a hand so he can inspect it closely while Sunjata performs his own experiments. One of which is apparently a there and gone again kiss, the ascended’s lips illuminated for a brief moment before he whines and surges forward himself, crashing their lips together again. Hands move to cup the attuned’s head, keeping him in place so Nate could lavish attention upon him.
Unfortunately for Nate, he is more aware than ever of the hoarse wheeze in Sunjata’s breath, the shallowness of it. He shifts, lips pressing to the corner of Sunjata’s mouth, then his cheek, his jaw. All the way down to the steady beat of his heart. Nate licks and kisses superficial marks into an expanse of skin already thoroughly claimed by himself. Some slow, careful mood has seized him though, the neediness of his mouth feeling less like he’s asking for permission to add another pair of silvery scars, and more like something else.
A plasma lamp? Nate hums, moving a hand so he can inspect it closely while Sunjata performs his own experiments. One of which is apparently a there and gone again kiss, the ascended’s lips illuminated for a brief moment before he whines and surges forward himself, crashing their lips together again. Hands move to cup the attuned’s head, keeping him in place so Nate could lavish attention upon him.
Unfortunately for Nate, he is more aware than ever of the hoarse wheeze in Sunjata’s breath, the shallowness of it. He shifts, lips pressing to the corner of Sunjata’s mouth, then his cheek, his jaw. All the way down to the steady beat of his heart. Nate licks and kisses superficial marks into an expanse of skin already thoroughly claimed by himself. Some slow, careful mood has seized him though, the neediness of his mouth feeling less like he’s asking for permission to add another pair of silvery scars, and more like something else.
better tell me what's your life worth
i think it's time for a change, 'cause the drugs don't work
