in my darkness, you turned on a light
i hate the way you bring me back to life
His face is cupped, for the moment, and Sunjata’s head tilts into the cool hands pressed there, relishing in the sensation Nate blasts through the bond – only mixing and melting more into his euphoria, his blinding light, his comfort and excitement. His eyes close when Nate presses the kiss to his forehead, unable to keep the small smile from his face as he lets more of the feeling blossom through the bond. Just me and you. He agrees, as if that’s all the confirmation he needed.
Time seemed a bit more like an afterthought, anyway, given how quickly the drugs have coursed through his system.
His eyes open, slivered silver as he focuses on his husband – on the wonder and brilliance that pours through him with Nate’s wonder, love, and adoration and it only adds to the flush that’s coursing along his skin. His hands are trapped, but he can certainly continue to press against his husband in other ways. Even as he sits up.
He finds it both slow and torturous, while simultaneously quite fast and mind numbing with how Nate slips his pants off, with the way his ankles are suddenly locked behind Nate’s shoulders, with the way there’s a warm stream of kisses that slip up his thigh, right over the gunshot scar settled there and it has him aching and already panting in anticipation.
His chin tilts up a fraction, still managing to watch Nate from the view of how he’s arranged, with an intensity that’s grown further with the snapdragon, with the way the room’s effects also add to the sensation. A needy sort of whine leaves him as his cock throbs in anticipation with the heave of a breath and the aim for a press of his hips to get closer to that wagging tongue of his husbands. “Take care of me.” He manages hoarsely, through a pulse of desire and need that’s nearly desperate. While I’m light. He tacks on, letting the smile on his face shift into a bit of a smirk. You’re so fucking good at it. Comes the purred mental response, even if physically his breath hitches.
Time seemed a bit more like an afterthought, anyway, given how quickly the drugs have coursed through his system.
His eyes open, slivered silver as he focuses on his husband – on the wonder and brilliance that pours through him with Nate’s wonder, love, and adoration and it only adds to the flush that’s coursing along his skin. His hands are trapped, but he can certainly continue to press against his husband in other ways. Even as he sits up.
He finds it both slow and torturous, while simultaneously quite fast and mind numbing with how Nate slips his pants off, with the way his ankles are suddenly locked behind Nate’s shoulders, with the way there’s a warm stream of kisses that slip up his thigh, right over the gunshot scar settled there and it has him aching and already panting in anticipation.
His chin tilts up a fraction, still managing to watch Nate from the view of how he’s arranged, with an intensity that’s grown further with the snapdragon, with the way the room’s effects also add to the sensation. A needy sort of whine leaves him as his cock throbs in anticipation with the heave of a breath and the aim for a press of his hips to get closer to that wagging tongue of his husbands. “Take care of me.” He manages hoarsely, through a pulse of desire and need that’s nearly desperate. While I’m light. He tacks on, letting the smile on his face shift into a bit of a smirk. You’re so fucking good at it. Comes the purred mental response, even if physically his breath hitches.
'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.
