// call out in the middle of the night
for when else would I hear you? //
for when else would I hear you? //
He chases after it, especially with her confirmations, the sound billowing out into the bustling air of the makeshift bar that surrounds them. He can feel just how it affects her, the way she grows tense and starts to break, burning up from the inside out, a statement that would otherwise be bragging shifting into begging, all paired with the Flood’s own groans and growls.
The bond is wide open between them, a sensation that reminds him of those rings that Frey had gifted him and Phoebe with when they’d married – a rebounding of pleasure in a way that he finds it in both their actions and through the bond that drives him even closer to that edge again. Luckily, it doesn’t take too long, not with how she breaks apart with a gasp, his attentions loosening their intensity to ride it out with her.
Of course, as she tightens her legs around him and bites down onto his own shoulder, a moan breaks from him as the tether snaps, burning him up from the inside out as well. It’s the last little straw before he falls after her, panting and gasping against her ear as she muffles herself with his somewhat throbbing shoulder.
He rides everything out with her until their limp and all they have to do is change the room one more time into something cozy, a comfortable bed with plenty of furs and blankets, a room to bonelessly clean up, before he’s fully content to fall asleep with her in his arms.
- FIN <33
The bond is wide open between them, a sensation that reminds him of those rings that Frey had gifted him and Phoebe with when they’d married – a rebounding of pleasure in a way that he finds it in both their actions and through the bond that drives him even closer to that edge again. Luckily, it doesn’t take too long, not with how she breaks apart with a gasp, his attentions loosening their intensity to ride it out with her.
Of course, as she tightens her legs around him and bites down onto his own shoulder, a moan breaks from him as the tether snaps, burning him up from the inside out as well. It’s the last little straw before he falls after her, panting and gasping against her ear as she muffles herself with his somewhat throbbing shoulder.
He rides everything out with her until their limp and all they have to do is change the room one more time into something cozy, a comfortable bed with plenty of furs and blankets, a room to bonelessly clean up, before he’s fully content to fall asleep with her in his arms.
- FIN <33
the flood
// fall out in the cold starlight
i can save you if you do //
i can save you if you do //
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.
