slightly OCD

i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide

It’s hard to feel the kick of Niki’s lips in a smile when it all feels great. The hand in Niki’s hair becomes more like an anchoring point as if he has to remind himself to not rock his hips too much despite wanting to dive in deeper to the sweet heat of the abandoned’s mouth. His head tips back slightly, breaths rising and falling from his chest and tension ripples along his skin.

The flex of fingers against the back of his thigh has him slowly managing to drag his attention back down to the necromancer – eyes dark with lust and approval and the low thrum of his voice as encouragement. He doesn’t know if Niki’s done this before – and any previous memories of how Niki reacted on the subject, he’s likely to assume not, but he can’t deny the way Niki seems to liven him up.

His heart thunders in his chest, fingers twitching where they’ve twisted into the dark hair, watching the necromancer as he takes him and it only serves to drive him closer and closer. “Fuck, you’re amazing.” He praises again, breaking it off into a louder moan, as if the sounds he makes can prove to Niki how perfect this is.

the flood

that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?

stay your pretty eyes on course

Niki hasn't done this before, but everything about him seems to suggest he'll eagerly do it again (and again) given half a chance. The break of Sunjata's praise into a moan has him humming further encouragement around the hard length of him, his hand picking up it's pace, and he draws back enough to stroke him properly and take a few quick breaths. "You are flattering me again," he remarks, voice low and playful before he bends back to the task at hand.

On this occasion he has no problem with it - and by the way Sunjata's hand tightens in his hair and his breath seems to hitch, the praise is nothing but genuine - so Niki takes it at face value. He lets his fingers ghost along the back of the Heartless's thigh to grab his ass, as if to tease his hips into rocking further against him, to unpick the careful control that lives in the tension of his body, though of course he's ignorant to what kind of chaos he's inviting.

Niki

I guess I never really faced my fears before

i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide

He might be flattering him again, or he might be speaking the truth considering where Niki’s mouth is. But while he catches his breath, it’s a breathless laugh that leaves Sunjata, one that has him almost appearing warmer for it. The hand currently lost in Niki’s hair threads further to the base of his neck and shoulder, thumb pressing gently against his neck as the necromancer takes him again and starts up the thrums of moans that Sunjata has learned to not be too quiet about these days.

With the exploration of Niki’s hand and the handful of his ass, it does work to undo the careful tension in Sunjata that’s been bordering the line too close when he can feel the wildfire blooming in him. So he indulges him in the little shift of his hips, rolling his hips in a rhythm that Niki can manage and keep up with. More praise leaves him, head tipping back again as his cock throbs and the tension in his legs grows even tighter, all clear indicators that Niki’s dragging him to that peak sooner rather than later.

“Niki, I’m gonna—” He trails off, figuring he can figure out the rest of it, letting him decide how he wants to do this. Sunjata hadn’t minded taking the mess, but he isn’t sure if Niki would choose something else.

the flood

that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?

stay your pretty eyes on course

Niki has no intention of going anywhere, and the way he doubles down in response to Sunjata's warning should say as much. The rock of the other man's hips against him draws a quiet moan from his throat with each stroke of his hand, and as he finally comes undone the necromancer will hold him at bay with a firm squeeze to the base of his cock and one final flick of his tongue. He takes everything Sunjata is willing to give and then some, riding out those lingering waves of bliss until the breath is left burning in his lungs and stars begin to dance behind his eyes.

Only then does he draw back, quietly panting in the aftermath, his hand still loosely gripping him as he glances up at the other man. Knowing better than to speak - and not trusting what he'll say if he's the one to break the silence - instead Niki leans in to leave a gentle kiss against the jut of Sunjata's hips, his free hand growing gentle to allow him to move or step back if he needs.

Niki

I guess I never really faced my fears before

i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide

It’s very evident the second his warning comes that Niki isn’t going anywhere either. So he gives into the chaos in his blood, the way he continues to roll his hips and soaks in the vibration against his cock from Niki’s moans, and when he finally breaks it’s with some combination of Niki’s name as he cums hard.

It’s vastly different from everything else that Sunjata has been up to lately, and while he could go and get off in any number of situations, this was special. In the bliss that threads through him with panting breaths and a racing heart, the intensity of it all screams nothing like the occasional client he took or the normalcy of the House he’d gotten used to.

It’s clear in the attention Niki still gives him, because this wasn’t just the end result and they’d move on with their lives. They were friends, and he’d have to figure out how he could go about looking at Niki without imagining his lips wrapped around his cock, or vice versa.

That’s for later, though, because without the distraction of indulging themselves, each of Sunjata’s hidden scars are on display. The arcs of shark bites across his skin, the deep circular scar in his thigh from the gunshot wound he’d told Niki about before, but he ignores all of those to withdraw.

He doesn’t go far, though, instead he shifts so he doesn’t crush Niki on the couch and sits beside him, tilting toward him to invade his space without weighing him down to cup his jaw and guide him in for a kiss, no words needed up and to this point. “I meant it, you know.” He says breathlessly against the necromancer’s lips.

the flood

that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?

stay your pretty eyes on course

Niki is caught by the soft glow of Sunjata's scars before he's even aware of what he's seeing properly, the necromancer glancing over them with the clinical eye of a man who knows precisely how close to death some of them would have brought the Heartless. His fingers skim over the bullet wound on his thigh, remembering the nightmare that had dragged him ruthlessly from sleep the last time they'd seen each other, but Sunjata is moving too quickly for him to remark on it.

He doesn't go far, luckily, Niki following his trajectory into the couch beside him, and though his lips part to speak he soon find them occupied once again. There's something almost too sweet about this kiss, something that has him wanting to melt dangerously into it, and he's left dazed and having to concentrate hard on the sound of Sunjata's voice to hear him. Luckily, it seems his wit is quicker to recover than the rest of him.

"I would hope so," he murmurs. "That orgasm did not seem like the sort of thing you could fake." He can't stop the smile from twitching at the corner of his mouth.

Niki

I guess I never really faced my fears before

i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide

It takes a few moments longer for Sunjata to get his breath back, to run a hand through his grey flecked hair when he withdraws from the kiss, feeling the beads of sweat against his forehead he tries to swipe away. Exhaustion tugs at him, though, more mentally from the events of the party still raging outside and spending these moments with the necromancer, but he finds himself actually enjoying things for once.

So he withdraws just enough to melt back into the couch cushion, shooting Niki a tired and relieved lopsided smile in return, a soft laugh huffing out of him. “Didn’t have to fake it.” He points out, raising a brow playfully back at the other man. “You’ve got a wicked tongue.” He comments idly, another gentle tease that’s a little more along the lines of serious, given just how wild Niki had made him, and how much Sunjata had realized he’d been pent up.

He isn't sure what else to say in this moment, though, the aftermath and the bliss still vibrating through him and leaving him at a loss for words. Not that Sunjata's complaining.

the flood

that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?

stay your pretty eyes on course

"Oh, I know," Niki says with a crooked smile, sinking back into the couch cushions as well and shifting just enough to fasten his pants, just in case he needs to rise to his feet and ends up tripping himself up on them. "First time it has been used for that sort of thing, though." And hopefully not the last, if he gets his way about it. Taking a deep breath and sighing it out contently, he feathers his fingers through his dark hair before glancing across to the Heartless, raising an eyebrow towards him.

"You seem tired," he says softly. "That is not meant as a criticism, by the way. But if you would like to sleep for a while before we head back out, by all means." He gestures around them. "You have stayed on the couch before, I know, but it would feel ridiculous of me not to offer my bed after all this. I can keep myself busy until you wake up."

Niki

I guess I never really faced my fears before

i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide

Sunjata doesn’t bother with fixing his pants just yet, still thriving in the state of tingling in his legs and the bliss that threads through him. “Wouldn’t have known it.” Sunjata retorts, also quietly hoping it isn’t the last time he uses his tongue that way. But he sinks and melts into the couch cushions, relaxing slightly as Niki regards him.

He isn’t expecting the comment, but the explanation it isn’t a criticism and any hackles that try to rise are immediately extinguished with it, his steel gaze scanning Niki’s face as he hears him out. “What about here?” He asks, shifting now to drape along the rest of the couch, resting his head in Niki’s lap, careful of his brace. He’s tall enough that his legs droop off the arm of the other side of the couch. He peers up at Niki in quiet question.

the flood

that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?

stay your pretty eyes on course

"I was very motivated to make a good impression," Niki points out with a sly smile. "But if you have any pointers, I am all ears. I do prefer my feedback while I am in the middle of the task, though. I work better that way." And clearly his wits are very much back about him now, though Sunjata ties his tongue in knots all over again as he shifts to lay down and lands his head directly in Niki's lap. His cheeks flush pink at the unexpected intimacy of the moment, though he'd be thoroughly ridiculous to feel like this is a step too far after everything else they've just done.

Instead, shifting just enough to get comfortable and to give Sunjata a bit more room, he inclines his head and relaxes back into the couch. "As long as this works for you, here is fine," he says with a nod, reaching out to absently brush his fingers through the other man's hair. "I will wake you when the fire gets low?" That feels like time enough for a decent nap, he thinks.

Niki

I guess I never really faced my fears before

i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide

“Ooh, good to know.” Sunjata hums as he shifts to get comfortable with his head in Niki’s lap. The comment itself seems innocent at first, though there’s the underlying quiet conviction that this wasn’t just a one and done on his part. That he looks forward to whatever kind of trouble they get into, even if he can’t and won’t verbalize it right now. Whatever this was, Sunjata hopes that everything he’d said to the necromancer before still proves true, that he did find him attractive, that he did want to be around him.

So he settles as Niki gets comfortable, and between their activities and his own mental exhaustion, Sunjata has to stifle a yawn right after Niki says it’s fine. The hand in his hair is only an additional boon to the feeling of sleep tugging at him, and he nestles into it comfortably. “That sounds nice. Thanks, Niki.” He didn’t get a look at the fire, just the way Niki was illuminated by it, but he trusts that he’d let him know when it needed to be stoked again. And it’s those thoughts that bolster Sunjata as sleep takes him away, his breathing slowing and growing deeper, a kind of quiet innocence about his face as he finally, fully relaxes the most Niki’s ever seen from him.

the flood

that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?

stay your pretty eyes on course

"Any time, Sunjata." It's an offhand comment, but one that Niki finds he means, and as the other man drifts off to sleep in surprisingly record time, the necromancer is left to dwell on it - and everything else - as much as he likes. He finds himself watching, at first, the way the Heartless's scars fade from their gentle glow back to nothing at all, ethereal light melting into the warm illumination from the fire in the hearth. It makes Sunjata look younger, his face sleep-blank, his chest rising and falling in a slow, deep rhythm, and Niki matches his breathing to his unconsciously.

It's a dangerous position he finds himself in and he knows it, but as with all matters of the heart, it cares very little for reality and logic, and the necromancer is forced to glance away before his imagination can fully run away with itself. Time, nevertheless, passes slowly, but in a way that has Niki reaching for more of it, and the fire has gotten perhaps a little too low when he finally reaches out to rouse the other man awake.

"Hey," he says softly into the semi-darkness, brushing the back of his fingers along the curve of Sunjata's jaw. "You will miss the rest of the party if you do not wake up soon."

Niki

I guess I never really faced my fears before

i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide

Sleep takes him with ease, a blissful relaxing one where there’s no nightmares lurking around the corners of his mind. It’s a long deep sleep, better than the ones he’d had sharing Niki’s bed or couch in the past, not that he’d know it in his deep slumber. Niki would be able to tell, though.

The soft touch to his jaw has him rousing slightly, head tilting into it unconsciously before he actually hears Niki’s voice. A soft hum that grows a bit louder, that starts to make more sense, and before Sunjata knows it his gaze is opening to a much darker room than it had been when he’d fallen asleep.

“Hm?” He starts, voice deep and accented thickly in his sleep. “Oh, ja, die partytjie..” He drawls in his native tongue before he starts waking up more fully. Blinking the sleep away, he reaches up to rub at his eyes and starts to sit up. “How long was I out?” He mutters, still trying to wake up from his nap.

the flood

that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?