- 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?
All it takes is the slightest pull for Nate to roll his hips back against Sunjata, drinking in the sounds he pulls from the other man in between every bite. The breathless, hazy look is almost as good, something else for Nate to enjoy while he tends to rapidly forming patchwork of bruises and bite marks on the other mans throat. He's focused enough that the words don't seem to reach him right away, his hand still dragging the cool metal device from mark to mark.
Slowly, bright blue eyes move, roaming up the line of Sunjata's throat, jaw, cheeks, until Nate is staring, searching. It would be almost too intense, if there was anything other than a languid smile spread over his face. "You want me to keep you marked, huh?" He purrs, resisting this pull for a moment longer, waiting to see the attuneds reaction before he leans in to press their lips together. The kiss is hungry, warm despite the fact that Nate isn't. The hand still on Sunjata's hip squeezes, hard enough to mark, and presses the other man deeper against the rock, to give Nate more room to press in against him.
Slowly, bright blue eyes move, roaming up the line of Sunjata's throat, jaw, cheeks, until Nate is staring, searching. It would be almost too intense, if there was anything other than a languid smile spread over his face. "You want me to keep you marked, huh?" He purrs, resisting this pull for a moment longer, waiting to see the attuneds reaction before he leans in to press their lips together. The kiss is hungry, warm despite the fact that Nate isn't. The hand still on Sunjata's hip squeezes, hard enough to mark, and presses the other man deeper against the rock, to give Nate more room to press in against him.
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
