SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
He pulls the Ascended in, breaking and shattering with his flimsy resolve, especially as Nate presses him further up against the stone wall behind him. He can feel Nate’s hips against him, feel the absence of what Sunjata so clearly has written all over. Goosebumps rise and fall in the wake of Nate’s touch, a quiet hum leaving his throat somewhat akin to a growl. And with it, his offer, his choice, damning himself further.
His arm is held, and internally Sunjata is disappointed at that — wanting the bite to land on his neck, anywhere else far more intimate than his wrist or arm, wondering if the position made any sort of difference. But he begs, then, unlike him in so many ways. His stomach flutters when Nate’s hand reaches up to cup his jaw, lightning within that touch, and Sunjata is claw beneath it.
His head tilts with it, horns scraping against stone, a breath against his neck and the threat of teeth and Sunjata can’t help the shudder that slips through his body. The growl from the Ascended only adds to it, driving his senses mad with the hesitation that follows. “Now.” He’s not sure if it comes out as a whine or a demand, but Nate’s teeth find his neck, beneath where the collar of a jacket would be, and the feeling swarms him again, fingers digging into Nate to pull him closer, to vibrate and tremble beneath the pressure applied, body moving on his own accord. Another breathy growl leaves his lips, a groan at the sensation — that same rebound bouncing to Phoebe and back to him that electrifies and spins him from within, as though he’s a taught bowstring and both Phoebe and Nate are playing him unintentionally.
His hips grind into Nate’s, pressing himself back into him, as the Ascended’s teeth leave his neck in favor for his wrist again, and Sunjatas head tilts back against the stone again, body aching and torso arching, panting through deep gasps as it overwhelms him again and again until Sunjata can’t quite distinguish what’s happening — too blinded by lust and the bite and the bounce back of that same painfully aching feeling low in his stomach.
His arm is held, and internally Sunjata is disappointed at that — wanting the bite to land on his neck, anywhere else far more intimate than his wrist or arm, wondering if the position made any sort of difference. But he begs, then, unlike him in so many ways. His stomach flutters when Nate’s hand reaches up to cup his jaw, lightning within that touch, and Sunjata is claw beneath it.
His head tilts with it, horns scraping against stone, a breath against his neck and the threat of teeth and Sunjata can’t help the shudder that slips through his body. The growl from the Ascended only adds to it, driving his senses mad with the hesitation that follows. “Now.” He’s not sure if it comes out as a whine or a demand, but Nate’s teeth find his neck, beneath where the collar of a jacket would be, and the feeling swarms him again, fingers digging into Nate to pull him closer, to vibrate and tremble beneath the pressure applied, body moving on his own accord. Another breathy growl leaves his lips, a groan at the sensation — that same rebound bouncing to Phoebe and back to him that electrifies and spins him from within, as though he’s a taught bowstring and both Phoebe and Nate are playing him unintentionally.
His hips grind into Nate’s, pressing himself back into him, as the Ascended’s teeth leave his neck in favor for his wrist again, and Sunjatas head tilts back against the stone again, body aching and torso arching, panting through deep gasps as it overwhelms him again and again until Sunjata can’t quite distinguish what’s happening — too blinded by lust and the bite and the bounce back of that same painfully aching feeling low in his stomach.
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
