so you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge
before knowledge
and you want it dirty
Now that he knows how easy it is to pin Sunjata up, press him up against something solid and keep him in place with his eyes, his teeth, his hands, Nate isn’t sure how he’s going to be able to restrain himself. He wants this, more than he’s wanted anything in a long time, and it’s just being given, handed over on a silver platter for him to tease and enjoy. He doesn’t blink when his eyes meet hazy, stormy ones, just grins, manic, lust filled, eager. And he lets the attuned man push back, try to drag satisfaction from his loose grip, try to coax his bite back down to kiss against his skin.
It makes Nate trip down the others body that much more satisfying. Every strained muscle, every tremble, every little sound is drunk in, adding to the pit of want in him, a pit that is easy to manage when he knows what’s coming next. His unblinking blues drink in the flush that spreads over Sunjatas skin, the way he almost answers, almost gives in right there. The fingers that trail along his arm almost make him shiver, and he leans into them easily, laughing when his jaw is gripped in a bold move.
Nate wasn’t planning on looking away anyway, but the hand on him speaks of a desperation, a need that he is all too happy to fill. He dips his chin, breaking the touch but not the eye contact, and wraps his lips around the attuned’s thumb, tongue swirling in a quick preview of what he’s about to do. Even if he doesn’t understand the language it comes in, Nate recognizes the words, quiet demand. ”You’re lucky it’s your first time.” He murmurs, pulling back just a little. Anyone else, any other time, Nate would make the other try again, until he was begging for real, until Nate was satisfied with the desperation in his voice.
He leans in, his hand slowing, moving up to grip around Sunjatas hip, hard and unyielding enough that the other man won’t be able to break free easily, that it will just add to the collage of bruises on him. Nate’s eyes have not wavered once, not until the point he wraps his lips around the head of Sunjatas cock and sinks down. Another plus for not needing breath, as if he needed more at the moment. Once he has sunk as far as he can do, nose nearly kissing the attuned’s belly, his eyes flutter open again, hazy and wide. The grin easy to see in them, easy to feel on his lips, and as he begins to draw back, he winks, so self satisfied and cocky it would be infuriating, but it’s well deserved.
It makes Nate trip down the others body that much more satisfying. Every strained muscle, every tremble, every little sound is drunk in, adding to the pit of want in him, a pit that is easy to manage when he knows what’s coming next. His unblinking blues drink in the flush that spreads over Sunjatas skin, the way he almost answers, almost gives in right there. The fingers that trail along his arm almost make him shiver, and he leans into them easily, laughing when his jaw is gripped in a bold move.
Nate wasn’t planning on looking away anyway, but the hand on him speaks of a desperation, a need that he is all too happy to fill. He dips his chin, breaking the touch but not the eye contact, and wraps his lips around the attuned’s thumb, tongue swirling in a quick preview of what he’s about to do. Even if he doesn’t understand the language it comes in, Nate recognizes the words, quiet demand. ”You’re lucky it’s your first time.” He murmurs, pulling back just a little. Anyone else, any other time, Nate would make the other try again, until he was begging for real, until Nate was satisfied with the desperation in his voice.
He leans in, his hand slowing, moving up to grip around Sunjatas hip, hard and unyielding enough that the other man won’t be able to break free easily, that it will just add to the collage of bruises on him. Nate’s eyes have not wavered once, not until the point he wraps his lips around the head of Sunjatas cock and sinks down. Another plus for not needing breath, as if he needed more at the moment. Once he has sunk as far as he can do, nose nearly kissing the attuned’s belly, his eyes flutter open again, hazy and wide. The grin easy to see in them, easy to feel on his lips, and as he begins to draw back, he winks, so self satisfied and cocky it would be infuriating, but it’s well deserved.
and no one can figure out what you want
and you won’t tell them
NATE
