– NATE –
A dull spark of amusement flares through the bond, lingering like a chapstick kiss against Sunjata's cheek, wordless and dripping with meaning all at once. He tends to the kitchen as fast as he can, laser-fucking-focused on every sound that drifts from the direction of the bedroom, and yet he still makes the time to linger in the kitchen, rolling a joint more out of habit than anything else. Giving upstairs the time to bloom, and giving himself time to scheme.
This is going to be fun.
Nate lights the joint before he starts his silent climb upstairs, the door opened and closed slowly, a thin coil of smoke the only indication that he's even arrived. Which is honestly fine by him, he doesn't want to interrupt his boys fun. And it's not like he's a stranger to the appeal of watching, but this is maybe the first time he's gotten to experience it in practice, exactly how he wants.
Still, even he can't deny himself for long, and he steps forward, a staticky hand appearing to take the joint from his lips while his real hands settle on either attuned, one at the small of Locke's back, and the other tangling in the back Sunjata's head and dragging him back. Nate replaces Locke's lips with his own, shotgunning a lungful of smoke into his husbands mouth and pulling away again. His hand tighten's in brown waves while he turns towards Locke and leans in, lips dragging a path along his jaw before settling at his pulse and giving way to teeth.
This is going to be fun.
Nate lights the joint before he starts his silent climb upstairs, the door opened and closed slowly, a thin coil of smoke the only indication that he's even arrived. Which is honestly fine by him, he doesn't want to interrupt his boys fun. And it's not like he's a stranger to the appeal of watching, but this is maybe the first time he's gotten to experience it in practice, exactly how he wants.
Still, even he can't deny himself for long, and he steps forward, a staticky hand appearing to take the joint from his lips while his real hands settle on either attuned, one at the small of Locke's back, and the other tangling in the back Sunjata's head and dragging him back. Nate replaces Locke's lips with his own, shotgunning a lungful of smoke into his husbands mouth and pulling away again. His hand tighten's in brown waves while he turns towards Locke and leans in, lips dragging a path along his jaw before settling at his pulse and giving way to teeth.
I’m in trouble for the things I haven’t got to yet
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
