in my darkness, you turned on a light
i hate the way you bring me back to life
Thankfully, the Attuned doesn’t have to wait long before Nate’s closer, his lips wrapping around the tip of his cock, and as the demigod drifts further and further, taking more of him until it’s all of him, Sunjata aches and throbs with a groan, hands clenching into fists while they’re still held. His back arches a fraction, hips threatening to press further into Nate somehow, until Nate’s hands find his hips, pinning him there with the strength and determination to make him still.
He manages to look at Nate through smoldering, pupil swollen eyes, catching the wink and the vibration of his husbands moan, pouring through him in all the ways that set him aflame. And the second that his wrists are free, they’re launching toward Nate’s hair — fingers dipping into raven curls, tangling and tugging with every moment Nate swallows his cock again. And he shudders, legs still locked behind Nate’s neck, the heels of his feet press in against Nate’s spine. “Fuck,“ he breathes, shivering and shuddering again, the goosebumps blossoming on his skin. ’m not gonna last long if you keep that up, skatjie. He manages a moan through the bond and audibly, hips pressing harder against the hands that keep him down, feeling the familiarity of the bruises there that have him shivering and shuddering.
He tilts his head back, chin tipped toward the ceiling as his usual set of horns spiral from his head, pushing away the blankets and pillows that have accumulated there.
He manages to look at Nate through smoldering, pupil swollen eyes, catching the wink and the vibration of his husbands moan, pouring through him in all the ways that set him aflame. And the second that his wrists are free, they’re launching toward Nate’s hair — fingers dipping into raven curls, tangling and tugging with every moment Nate swallows his cock again. And he shudders, legs still locked behind Nate’s neck, the heels of his feet press in against Nate’s spine. “Fuck,“ he breathes, shivering and shuddering again, the goosebumps blossoming on his skin. ’m not gonna last long if you keep that up, skatjie. He manages a moan through the bond and audibly, hips pressing harder against the hands that keep him down, feeling the familiarity of the bruises there that have him shivering and shuddering.
He tilts his head back, chin tipped toward the ceiling as his usual set of horns spiral from his head, pushing away the blankets and pillows that have accumulated there.
'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.
