we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different
the same old things expecting something different
The hallway is gone in an instant and before Sunjata knows it, the door is shut behind him and he’s shedding his shirt – only to be met with a heated look from Locke that stirs something within him that he lets bloom. His horned head tilts, quietly watching through the lowlight as Locke takes in all of his scars and tattoos, the bare sunkissed skin beneath, the myriad of Ascended bites that lighten his bronzed skin.
With Locke’s approach, Sunjata relaxes, shoulders dropping a fraction, his chin tilting up momentarily as Locke’s hand skates across his chest and he can’t help the way his tongue rakes across his lower lip with the c’mere beckoned from him. He only has to drop his head a bit to meet Locke’s lips, to let his hands move to the other attuned’s sides, fingers pressing bluntly into the jut just above his hip, the kiss deepening a moment as he lets his emotions flood through to Locke and by proxy, Nate too. A sensation of hunger, of an ache, that low burning pit in his stomach that blooms the second he feels cool fingers tangle into his hair under the horns.
The kiss with Locke is broken, replaced by Nate’s own cool lips and the instinctive deep inhale given with the smoke he can smell in the air – refraining from coughing because they’ve done this before and he’s familiar enough with it. He lets it settle for a second before expelling it from his nose, just in time to let his lust blown gaze focus on the path Nate makes on Locke’s jaw and then his neck.
One of Sunjata’s hands rises to press against the back of Locke’s head, fingers threading through the short crop of hair as he tilts his head back from where Nate bites, diving in with a hungry kiss as if he’s attempting to devour the sound the other Attuned might make. His other hand, however, hooks itself into a belt loop of Nate’s, keeping the three of them intertwined and close, to indulge in all of this.
With Locke’s approach, Sunjata relaxes, shoulders dropping a fraction, his chin tilting up momentarily as Locke’s hand skates across his chest and he can’t help the way his tongue rakes across his lower lip with the c’mere beckoned from him. He only has to drop his head a bit to meet Locke’s lips, to let his hands move to the other attuned’s sides, fingers pressing bluntly into the jut just above his hip, the kiss deepening a moment as he lets his emotions flood through to Locke and by proxy, Nate too. A sensation of hunger, of an ache, that low burning pit in his stomach that blooms the second he feels cool fingers tangle into his hair under the horns.
The kiss with Locke is broken, replaced by Nate’s own cool lips and the instinctive deep inhale given with the smoke he can smell in the air – refraining from coughing because they’ve done this before and he’s familiar enough with it. He lets it settle for a second before expelling it from his nose, just in time to let his lust blown gaze focus on the path Nate makes on Locke’s jaw and then his neck.
One of Sunjata’s hands rises to press against the back of Locke’s head, fingers threading through the short crop of hair as he tilts his head back from where Nate bites, diving in with a hungry kiss as if he’s attempting to devour the sound the other Attuned might make. His other hand, however, hooks itself into a belt loop of Nate’s, keeping the three of them intertwined and close, to indulge in all of this.
but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
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.
