in my darkness, you turned on a light
i hate the way you bring me back to life
It’s true, everything is better when Nate’s around. It’s a sensation he sends over as well, one full of a sense of wholeness among the sparking of the drugs. He growls when Nate’s hand leaves pink marks down his chest, back arching and a breath sucked down sharply, fingers drifting into Nate’s waistband, reaching and seeking even if his gaze is solely locked on Nate.
And this, paired with the room and what it does, paired with the drugs coursing through Sunjata, have a breathy laugh leaving him. I want you, though. He protests weakly, around the time that those staticky hands come to the surface and collect his wrists, trapping him from pushing it along faster. He tests the hold, running his tongue along his lower lip, chin tilted up a fraction as Nate rolls his hips and the low hum of a whine slips his throat.
He watches Nate’s shirt join his on the ground, watches as he hovers above him and Sunjata feels like he’s nearly vibrating beneath Nate, melting in the kiss that’s offered, even if it’s a half messy half growl of a sound. He’s still trapped within his pants, his own cock just as hard as Nate’s, aching with the need and desire as the rest of him does. Yes. He breathes through the bond, rolling his hips up against Nate even if it tightens and rubs against the fabric, breaking the kiss with a tilt of his head to the side. “I wanna take care of you too.” He purrs, audibly, a small amount slurred between what Sunjata can and can’t get away with.
And this, paired with the room and what it does, paired with the drugs coursing through Sunjata, have a breathy laugh leaving him. I want you, though. He protests weakly, around the time that those staticky hands come to the surface and collect his wrists, trapping him from pushing it along faster. He tests the hold, running his tongue along his lower lip, chin tilted up a fraction as Nate rolls his hips and the low hum of a whine slips his throat.
He watches Nate’s shirt join his on the ground, watches as he hovers above him and Sunjata feels like he’s nearly vibrating beneath Nate, melting in the kiss that’s offered, even if it’s a half messy half growl of a sound. He’s still trapped within his pants, his own cock just as hard as Nate’s, aching with the need and desire as the rest of him does. Yes. He breathes through the bond, rolling his hips up against Nate even if it tightens and rubs against the fabric, breaking the kiss with a tilt of his head to the side. “I wanna take care of you too.” He purrs, audibly, a small amount slurred between what Sunjata can and can’t get away with.
'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.
