i'm not a whole person, and i dont think i ever will be
parts of me died in the house i grew up in
The hand on his jaw grows increasingly more possessive, and something about it has Sunjata becoming a bit more attuned to it – a bit more predatory in return. The squeeze to his hip and the words that he can feel from the Ascended only adding to the feeling, hands on the Ascended’s hips to pull him closer until their bodies align, and Nate returns it until there’s nothing between them. “Show me, then.” Is his growl of a reply, a smirk to his face.
Nate’s hand leaves his jaw, and with it Sunjata’s a bit more free to lean back into the kiss – soft at first and progressively more intense, and Sunjata’s pleased to follow suit, giving back with playful nips and the tangling of tongues, indulging in the hum of a purr that comes from the Ascended, returned with a growl of his own. He can feel Nate’s hips roll into his while the man keeps him in place, and he smirks into the kiss – goosebumps rising on his skin where nails and hands travel, and Sunjata’s own fingers trail along the hips of the other man, tugging to slip beneath clothes and dig his own nails in.
He finds he can’t hurt the Ascended, if memory serves him right, and that adds to feeling that much more electricity to the blood pumping through his veins. He breaks the kiss briefly, only to remove his shirt to reveal all scars and tattoos and muscle beneath the layer of fabric – to give Nate more to work with, more to soak in, and Sunjata dives back in with a hint of that rebelliousness that coats his soul.
He might not get much out of it, but Sunjata’s aiming to get it all out of it. And so he pulls Nate closer again, letting the man explore, his lips hoping to find the Ascended’s jaw and then his neck, dragging his Attuned fangs along the soft part of skin there, a smirk crossing his face at how it literally does nothing in comparison to what Nate’s can do. But it’s something, and he hasn’t had a chance to use them yet anyway.
Nate’s hand leaves his jaw, and with it Sunjata’s a bit more free to lean back into the kiss – soft at first and progressively more intense, and Sunjata’s pleased to follow suit, giving back with playful nips and the tangling of tongues, indulging in the hum of a purr that comes from the Ascended, returned with a growl of his own. He can feel Nate’s hips roll into his while the man keeps him in place, and he smirks into the kiss – goosebumps rising on his skin where nails and hands travel, and Sunjata’s own fingers trail along the hips of the other man, tugging to slip beneath clothes and dig his own nails in.
He finds he can’t hurt the Ascended, if memory serves him right, and that adds to feeling that much more electricity to the blood pumping through his veins. He breaks the kiss briefly, only to remove his shirt to reveal all scars and tattoos and muscle beneath the layer of fabric – to give Nate more to work with, more to soak in, and Sunjata dives back in with a hint of that rebelliousness that coats his soul.
He might not get much out of it, but Sunjata’s aiming to get it all out of it. And so he pulls Nate closer again, letting the man explore, his lips hoping to find the Ascended’s jaw and then his neck, dragging his Attuned fangs along the soft part of skin there, a smirk crossing his face at how it literally does nothing in comparison to what Nate’s can do. But it’s something, and he hasn’t had a chance to use them yet anyway.
& i visit them in dreams
SUNJATA
