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
He can’t help but to give in, to melt and burn and writhe with Nate, becoming that level of desperation that the Ascended seeks. His skin is flushed, it’s warm as hell in here, and he’s certain that as Nate continues to work him up that he’s not going to last long. He wants to, however, he wants to savor the feeling, the view of Nate on his knees before him. He’s pretty sure he just wants it to go on forever — but obviously he’s not that lucky.
His breath comes in rasping pants, exhaustion and dizziness a key factor here as Nate’s clawed hand lifts toward his neck and Sunjata lowers himself to give into that too. He can feel Nate pause, but Sunjata’s already growling for the man to continue, to finish him off. He feels the tapping, zeroes in on the claws poking against slick skin… And then there’s pressure applied. Perhaps it’s not a good idea, but Sunjata finds himself shuddering with it anyway.
Sunjata decides that Nate could get him to do anything at this point, growls and moans slipping from his throat as he begins to feel the flame within him expand and expand, and he leans on his right elbow to release the desk with his left hand to reach for Nate — a pause perhaps? A beg perhaps? His claws scrape against Nate’s bare shoulder as a tremble racks through his body. “Nate, I —” His voice is rough as hell, muffled a small amount by the hand on his throat. He’s sure the Ascended will understand what he’s saying by the way he twitches and moans. He’s just not sure if he can hold out much longer, not if Nate keeps it up. At least he’s warned him.
His breath comes in rasping pants, exhaustion and dizziness a key factor here as Nate’s clawed hand lifts toward his neck and Sunjata lowers himself to give into that too. He can feel Nate pause, but Sunjata’s already growling for the man to continue, to finish him off. He feels the tapping, zeroes in on the claws poking against slick skin… And then there’s pressure applied. Perhaps it’s not a good idea, but Sunjata finds himself shuddering with it anyway.
Sunjata decides that Nate could get him to do anything at this point, growls and moans slipping from his throat as he begins to feel the flame within him expand and expand, and he leans on his right elbow to release the desk with his left hand to reach for Nate — a pause perhaps? A beg perhaps? His claws scrape against Nate’s bare shoulder as a tremble racks through his body. “Nate, I —” His voice is rough as hell, muffled a small amount by the hand on his throat. He’s sure the Ascended will understand what he’s saying by the way he twitches and moans. He’s just not sure if he can hold out much longer, not if Nate keeps it up. At least he’s warned him.
& i visit them in dreams
SUNJATA
