LOCKE
Is this how he dies? Yeah, he's pretty sure this is how. He feels like a rat cornered by a pair of starving cats. He knows it's the weird one sided bond thing they have, the one he isn't privy to internally but he's very much feeling the effects of. Nate licks his lips and Locke watches, praying for a peak of fang and sighing softly when he finds it. But he's distracted away from it when Sunjata speaks.
If his cheeks weren't already pretty pink, they are now, very much so. But he's not exactly one to lie down and be pampered. Not exactly. He's never quite fit into just one role in the bedroom but he is a bit of a.. Well, people pleaser, if he can be.
"Suppose it is cold.. Can keep each other warm." He's acutely aware that they aren't alone in the house but he can be quiet. His mug is forgotten as he moves to stand, "Why don't you two show me the way and maybe I can do something in return for your.." He's still nervous but his words are little more than a purr, "Hospitality." Each sound is spoken slowly as he slips closer to them.
"M'always happy to return a favor."
With that, he snakes his fingers into Nate's dark hair, leaning down to kiss him. Oh how he's wanted to do this for gods know how long. But his eyes aren't closed, this is no romantic gesture. Instead his head is turned just a bit so he can see Sunjata. What his goal is, not even Locke really knows.
If his cheeks weren't already pretty pink, they are now, very much so. But he's not exactly one to lie down and be pampered. Not exactly. He's never quite fit into just one role in the bedroom but he is a bit of a.. Well, people pleaser, if he can be.
"Suppose it is cold.. Can keep each other warm." He's acutely aware that they aren't alone in the house but he can be quiet. His mug is forgotten as he moves to stand, "Why don't you two show me the way and maybe I can do something in return for your.." He's still nervous but his words are little more than a purr, "Hospitality." Each sound is spoken slowly as he slips closer to them.
"M'always happy to return a favor."
With that, he snakes his fingers into Nate's dark hair, leaning down to kiss him. Oh how he's wanted to do this for gods know how long. But his eyes aren't closed, this is no romantic gesture. Instead his head is turned just a bit so he can see Sunjata. What his goal is, not even Locke really knows.
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
