so you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge
before knowledge
and you want it dirty
Nate chuckles lowly, the sound thrumming around his full throat, feeling the trembling, the twitches of barely restrained movements running through the body he’s holding down. A part of him realizes he could sit there forever, swallow those motions and the groans until he’s sated. A wiser part of him knows that’s how you make friends who won’t let you fuck them anymore, and this is an experience he would really, really like to be able to repeat. The whine from above he pulls away drags a matching groan out of Nate, his eyes glittering with amusement now.
Sunjata shifting to try and move his hips more freely surprises him, though not as much as the splintering of wood under claws. It’s unexpected enough that he doesn’t move to retaliate once away, that his upper hand flusters just for a moment. The barely coherent words being him back into himself, and he pulls back, too far for Sunjatas hips to follow, his own fingers shifting as well, claws now pressing down, digging in over bruises and unmarred skin with every defiant attempt to press forward.
”That’s Not how we get what we want.” He teases roughly, leaning back in to rest his cheek against the attuned’s thigh, so close, and yet so far away. ”Ask nicely.” The command comes just before he turns his head and bites there too, eyes fluttering closed as he does. Nate barely manages to force them open, but he does, his gaze unfocused, but settling on Sunjatas face like a hunter who’s just seen prey.
Sunjata shifting to try and move his hips more freely surprises him, though not as much as the splintering of wood under claws. It’s unexpected enough that he doesn’t move to retaliate once away, that his upper hand flusters just for a moment. The barely coherent words being him back into himself, and he pulls back, too far for Sunjatas hips to follow, his own fingers shifting as well, claws now pressing down, digging in over bruises and unmarred skin with every defiant attempt to press forward.
”That’s Not how we get what we want.” He teases roughly, leaning back in to rest his cheek against the attuned’s thigh, so close, and yet so far away. ”Ask nicely.” The command comes just before he turns his head and bites there too, eyes fluttering closed as he does. Nate barely manages to force them open, but he does, his gaze unfocused, but settling on Sunjatas face like a hunter who’s just seen prey.
and no one can figure out what you want
and you won’t tell them
NATE
