scratch, kick, let gravity win

you've got an appetite for destruction

i guess that makes you just like me

There’s a snort granted to Nate at the comment. “Absolutely nothing.” There’s amusement in his tone, but agreement as well. It remains when he shifts to brush his thumb along Nate’s face, feeling the strong cheekbone beneath the skin, feeling as the Ascended leans into the touch and Sunjata focuses on him with precision. Even at the smirk, Sunjata can’t help the resounding chuckle to flicker from his throat. “You insisted on the repeat testing, I’ll have you know.” He snorts. “I was actively avoiding it because I knew you’d kick my ass for not following your strict doctors orders.” He winks.

But it fades somewhat as Nate presses his lips to Sunjata’s palm, feeling the words leave his lips as though they’re some form of gospel in his calloused hand. “I’m afraid if you’re practicing it with me we’re not going to be getting very far.” A crooked smirk is sent Nate’s way. “But I did promise later, didn’t I?” As Nate leans into his palm, Sunjata shifts his fingers somewhat to stroke along the side of his face, brushing up to where his wrist slides against the other man’s cheek, tangling his fingers into the Ascended’s dark hair.

you put the barrel inside your mouth

just to feel the metal between your teeth

SuNJATA