SUNJATA
look who's digging their own grave
this is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death
this is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death
“I might.” Sunjata warns, as though it’s some hidden secret that he has to share before it’s too late. All in good fun, however, because he can see the dramatic lilt of Nate’s head, of the way his husband moves down his scarred and tattooed body. He whines when the contact is broken from where he presses his thumb against Nate’s lips, laying back and drawing one hand behind his head as he watches his husband, the other slipping into raven curls and following his husband down as far as he can reach.
There’s a hiss of anticipation that leaves him, goosebumps rising in the trail of the dragging fangs that drift down his skin, along his pec, the cool sensation of the room temperature air breezing across the fluid shining trail left behind. “Fucker.” He grits out with a soft airy laugh, fingers tightening in Nate’s hair as he rises, his cock hard as it strains against the shorts he wears. It’s a complaint not left alone for long as the staticky arms are reflected in Sunjata’s hazy, pupil blown gaze, humming as his clothes are torn off of him.
He wants nothing more than to let Nate destroy him, but if he wishes to worship him, the younger demigod wouldn’t find any complaints. It’s nearly an echo, drowned out by the roaring in his ears as his heart thunders again in anticipation, the nips on the inside of his thighs sure to leave little red marks behind, ones that would turn dark not too long after. Tension both relieves from his shoulders and poses in his hips as he’s lifted a bit – having forgotten Nate’s strength far too soon, huffing a slight gasp as the cool breath ghosts along his cock. This does elicit a slight whine to curl out of his mouth, legs shifting slightly as he can, spreading them further for his husband who’s made a home settled right there.
“Liefde…” Sunjata trails off, his tone shifting into a slightly pleading whine. “Wat as ek vergaan?”
There’s a hiss of anticipation that leaves him, goosebumps rising in the trail of the dragging fangs that drift down his skin, along his pec, the cool sensation of the room temperature air breezing across the fluid shining trail left behind. “Fucker.” He grits out with a soft airy laugh, fingers tightening in Nate’s hair as he rises, his cock hard as it strains against the shorts he wears. It’s a complaint not left alone for long as the staticky arms are reflected in Sunjata’s hazy, pupil blown gaze, humming as his clothes are torn off of him.
He wants nothing more than to let Nate destroy him, but if he wishes to worship him, the younger demigod wouldn’t find any complaints. It’s nearly an echo, drowned out by the roaring in his ears as his heart thunders again in anticipation, the nips on the inside of his thighs sure to leave little red marks behind, ones that would turn dark not too long after. Tension both relieves from his shoulders and poses in his hips as he’s lifted a bit – having forgotten Nate’s strength far too soon, huffing a slight gasp as the cool breath ghosts along his cock. This does elicit a slight whine to curl out of his mouth, legs shifting slightly as he can, spreading them further for his husband who’s made a home settled right there.
“Liefde…” Sunjata trails off, his tone shifting into a slightly pleading whine. “Wat as ek vergaan?”
look who makes their own bed, lies right down within it
and what will you have left?
and what will you have left?
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.
