SUNJATA
high as hell, feeling fine
nothing bad but nothing kind
nothing bad but nothing kind
The praise briefly muffled from the Ascended does a variety of things to Sunjata. Initially, a bit of balking internally, with the predators that linger beneath his skin. But there’s the prey creatures that also linger within his soul, giving in and focusing entirely on the feeling that the man pulls from him, and the flood is too distracted by lips and fangs and the body pressing up against him to really do much else, to dwell on that inner war of wanting to be in control and simply giving in.
He nips at Nate’s lip, pulling away a small amount when the Ascended begins to speak, smoldering steel eyes focusing on him as the question leaves those dangerous lips. And Sunjata leans back, head resting against the stone of the wall behind him with a quiet breathless chuckle in response. “Always.” He manages – always a fan of having those marks, those badges, whether on his skin or a lovers.
But he tries to give Nate enough space to view where to put them, despite the need of trying to pull the Ascended into him and give into the feeling. And he hums deeply from his throat as Nate’s hand travels, slipping beneath the belt of his pants to find his cock, hard and ready and craving everything that the Ascended can give him. A hum of a growl leaves his throat at Nate’s palming, hips rolling a small amount toward him while he tries to lean back, chin tipped up again – waiting.
He nips at Nate’s lip, pulling away a small amount when the Ascended begins to speak, smoldering steel eyes focusing on him as the question leaves those dangerous lips. And Sunjata leans back, head resting against the stone of the wall behind him with a quiet breathless chuckle in response. “Always.” He manages – always a fan of having those marks, those badges, whether on his skin or a lovers.
But he tries to give Nate enough space to view where to put them, despite the need of trying to pull the Ascended into him and give into the feeling. And he hums deeply from his throat as Nate’s hand travels, slipping beneath the belt of his pants to find his cock, hard and ready and craving everything that the Ascended can give him. A hum of a growl leaves his throat at Nate’s palming, hips rolling a small amount toward him while he tries to lean back, chin tipped up again – waiting.
not a word from me
at least nothing you would mind
at least nothing you would mind
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
