NATE
babe, i can't lie, it kinda creeps me out
how you say what's on my mind before it leaves my mouth
how you say what's on my mind before it leaves my mouth
The work goes quickly, and Nate can’t stop some saying about many hands that used to be passed around when his extended family got together. It doesn’t matter now though, his focus stolen by the task at hand. Plants buried in the ground, seeds spread over tilled ground, holes clawed out for eventual saplings. That makes sense to me. He muses, standing up and rolling his shoulders back.
“You know, I think that might be it.” Nate looks out over their garden, the beginnings of it, and smiles. There’s nothing but pride singing through the bond, at lest to start. Distraction plucks at him though, makes him turn to face his husband. “Actually…” He steps closer, leaving a footprint in the fresh turned earth.
“Just one more thing.” The words pour out of Nate like silk, hands (and hands and hands) reaching for the attuned and gripping him firmly, close. Chest to chest, hips to hips, mouth to mouth. Fangs tease at Sunjata’s bottom lip before Nate slips, down to to the flutter of his husbands pulse. I think we can get started here, huh? The words just barely buzz through the bond, drowned out by the rush of a bite.
They won’t be able to stay outside, of course, not with the twins sleeping right there in the grass, not without the hedges planted around the edges of what they’ve claimed. But they can start here.
Fin
“You know, I think that might be it.” Nate looks out over their garden, the beginnings of it, and smiles. There’s nothing but pride singing through the bond, at lest to start. Distraction plucks at him though, makes him turn to face his husband. “Actually…” He steps closer, leaving a footprint in the fresh turned earth.
“Just one more thing.” The words pour out of Nate like silk, hands (and hands and hands) reaching for the attuned and gripping him firmly, close. Chest to chest, hips to hips, mouth to mouth. Fangs tease at Sunjata’s bottom lip before Nate slips, down to to the flutter of his husbands pulse. I think we can get started here, huh? The words just barely buzz through the bond, drowned out by the rush of a bite.
They won’t be able to stay outside, of course, not with the twins sleeping right there in the grass, not without the hedges planted around the edges of what they’ve claimed. But they can start here.
Fin
yeah, it's hard for me to explain
i know it probably sounds strange
i know it probably sounds strange
