You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave
Losing the pressure in his hair is a small price to pay for the new chorus of moans and whines his shifting drags from Sunjata’s chest. All Nate can do is rumble, teeth scraping against delicate skin while he works his way lower between the attuned’s legs. Claws tease at his skin, sharpening the corners of Nate’s grin as he moves, the smooth tease stuttering as the pressure opens thin lines of fluid on his arms.
Reality blows whatever he might have hoped for or expected out of the water, out of his mind completely. At once, there is a rush of emotion through the bond, smug satisfaction warring a surprised outpouring of adoration, and through it all a current of words that Nate couldn’t hold back if he tried. Just like that, Sunny, you’re so fucking beautiful, I love you so fucking much, just hold on to me baby, I’ve got you.
Gods, what would they ever do without the bond?
Nate can’t help the way he all but drools, pressing his tongue between Sunjata’s cheeks in a near desperate attempt to give him what he wants, to give him more. A deep moan rumbles out from Nate’s chest, one of his electric hands reappearing so he has more fingers to tease alongside his tongue, one of the staticky digits pressing into Sunjata. OS that enough, Sunny? You still want more?
Reality blows whatever he might have hoped for or expected out of the water, out of his mind completely. At once, there is a rush of emotion through the bond, smug satisfaction warring a surprised outpouring of adoration, and through it all a current of words that Nate couldn’t hold back if he tried. Just like that, Sunny, you’re so fucking beautiful, I love you so fucking much, just hold on to me baby, I’ve got you.
Gods, what would they ever do without the bond?
Nate can’t help the way he all but drools, pressing his tongue between Sunjata’s cheeks in a near desperate attempt to give him what he wants, to give him more. A deep moan rumbles out from Nate’s chest, one of his electric hands reappearing so he has more fingers to tease alongside his tongue, one of the staticky digits pressing into Sunjata. OS that enough, Sunny? You still want more?
NATE
