in my darkness, you turned on a light
i hate the way you bring me back to life
It’s like a blanket being removed, like the sudden prick of cold in the morning that jars you awake, a sudden tingling that Sunjata sends through the bond. His limbs feel simultaneously heavy and light, with the way he becomes the epitome of grabby hands for his husband. He watches Nate for a brief moment, touch lighting up Nate’s skin beneath his fingertips.
Finally, finally, Nate’s hands are on him and the sensation flares anew, vibrant and bright as if he can almost taste it. And gods how he craves the touch, practically crashing himself into Nate the second he can. It's better with you here. He purrs mentally, pressing into Nate with everything he can — his body, his face pressing back against the kisses, the way his arms move to wrap around Nate’s neck and thread his fingers through raven curls.
Another hum slips him as Nate’s grip tightens, perhaps enough to bruise and Sunjata’s nearly vibrating with it. Gods I love you. A breathy purr through the bond, sparked with edges and tingles of his euphoria. He moves like butter wherever Nate takes him, a spin and suddenly his back is finding the velveteen blankets beneath his back, legs absolutely making space for Nate to make a home there, back arching as hands rise up his chest beneath the shirt that Sunjata almost wishes he hadn’t worn to begin with.
It’s all another soaring flame sent through the bond, the sparking brilliance that he felt as all his problems seemed to melt away, eyes heavy lidded and pupils blown as he peers up at Nate, lifting his back enough to get the shirt off while his hands roam to Nate’s hips, to dip his fingers beneath his belt and slide toward the front where he might be able to undo Nate’s pants — palming where he can.
Finally, finally, Nate’s hands are on him and the sensation flares anew, vibrant and bright as if he can almost taste it. And gods how he craves the touch, practically crashing himself into Nate the second he can. It's better with you here. He purrs mentally, pressing into Nate with everything he can — his body, his face pressing back against the kisses, the way his arms move to wrap around Nate’s neck and thread his fingers through raven curls.
Another hum slips him as Nate’s grip tightens, perhaps enough to bruise and Sunjata’s nearly vibrating with it. Gods I love you. A breathy purr through the bond, sparked with edges and tingles of his euphoria. He moves like butter wherever Nate takes him, a spin and suddenly his back is finding the velveteen blankets beneath his back, legs absolutely making space for Nate to make a home there, back arching as hands rise up his chest beneath the shirt that Sunjata almost wishes he hadn’t worn to begin with.
It’s all another soaring flame sent through the bond, the sparking brilliance that he felt as all his problems seemed to melt away, eyes heavy lidded and pupils blown as he peers up at Nate, lifting his back enough to get the shirt off while his hands roam to Nate’s hips, to dip his fingers beneath his belt and slide toward the front where he might be able to undo Nate’s pants — palming where he can.
'cause i am haunted, i cannot tell a lie
i like you better when i am dead inside
SuNJATA
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.
