scratch, kick, let gravity win

you've got an appetite for destruction

i guess that makes you just like me

A purr rips from his throat as Nate grabs for his face instead of his hair, feeling that connection that Sunjata wishes so desperately to have as well – skin upon skin, or as much of it as they can get. And with the faster strokes the Ascended gives him, the more the flushing burn rises along his shoulders, along his neck, that wildfire burning out of control. But he does manage to have a moment of clarity, to lift himself a small amount, pressing back in toward Nate to lower the restricting pants, to press himself deeper against Nate’s fangs.

The sensation causes him to grasp onto Nate’s shoulders with his hands, legs quaking, body trembling, cock twitching in Nate’s hand – hissing his pleasure as though they were gospel within the dungeon of devil’s. But Nate has his head in his hand, and Sunjata’s virtually powerless with the force of the bite running through his system, burning him from the inside out with hoarse, panting breaths, wanting nothing more than to take and devour and drown. His body feels loose and tight all at once, and he shudders with a gasp, bucking his hips against Nate’s hand again and again.

you put the barrel inside your mouth

just to feel the metal between your teeth

SuNJATA