- NATE -
don't you pray? don't you pray
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
Nate manages a low chuckle, despite his full mouth and the edge of a moan that thrums through his chest. At this point this shouldn’t still be so exciting, so satisfying, but it’s easy to crave when it’s his only real satisfaction. He feels himself being pulled in, and leans into it happily, his hands moving to grip at Sunjatas waits, one knee pressing between the attuned’s leg. As much genuine support as it is a tease.
The facade this time is of experimentation, and an unfortunate part of that involves pulling away. Nate tries to move past the loss smoothly, lifting his new toy up against the newest marks on the other man. Watching them vanish, so quickly he can’t even test call it healed, when there’s no sign there was ever anything there.
”That’s really cool.” He murmurs, before leaning in to bite again, a taste, a tease, a highly unsatisfying nip. Then another. And another. Nate’s smile was wrapped around each one, pressed against Sunjatas skin like he knew what he was doing. After a healthy round of marks decorated the others throat, Nate leaned back again, pressing the device to each pair of holes, watching in utter fascination as each time they disappeared. His distraction seemed absolute, though the heavy fingers rubbing circles on Sunjatas hips spoke to another activity Nate could devote himself to.
The facade this time is of experimentation, and an unfortunate part of that involves pulling away. Nate tries to move past the loss smoothly, lifting his new toy up against the newest marks on the other man. Watching them vanish, so quickly he can’t even test call it healed, when there’s no sign there was ever anything there.
”That’s really cool.” He murmurs, before leaning in to bite again, a taste, a tease, a highly unsatisfying nip. Then another. And another. Nate’s smile was wrapped around each one, pressed against Sunjatas skin like he knew what he was doing. After a healthy round of marks decorated the others throat, Nate leaned back again, pressing the device to each pair of holes, watching in utter fascination as each time they disappeared. His distraction seemed absolute, though the heavy fingers rubbing circles on Sunjatas hips spoke to another activity Nate could devote himself to.
got a man, don't need him, but you wait
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
