- 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?
The teeth that worry at his lip pull a low growl from Nate, electric eyes meeting steel and sparking in anticipation. There is a hunger, behind his lips, in his chest and his hands and his teeth. "Always." Nate repeats, voice rough, his head dipping to bring him closer to Sunjata's throat. "You like the attention, huh?" He puts his mouth to better use after getting his tease in, kisses pressing against the attuneds neck like Nate is looking for something.
Something he finds, apparently, teeth sinking in to leave a mark, to draw out ecstasy in the same moment his hand curls around Sunjata's cock and starts to move in earnest, the awkward angle of Nate's wrist ignored in favour of overwhelming the man beneath him with pleasure. It's not the most elegant situation, but the roughness, the sudden desperation only makes it better. This is not something Nate should be getting used to, Sunjata is not someone Nate should be getting used to, and yet, here they are, here he is, pulling what he can from the other man with unadulterated glee.
Something he finds, apparently, teeth sinking in to leave a mark, to draw out ecstasy in the same moment his hand curls around Sunjata's cock and starts to move in earnest, the awkward angle of Nate's wrist ignored in favour of overwhelming the man beneath him with pleasure. It's not the most elegant situation, but the roughness, the sudden desperation only makes it better. This is not something Nate should be getting used to, Sunjata is not someone Nate should be getting used to, and yet, here they are, here he is, pulling what he can from the other man with unadulterated glee.
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
