SUNJATA
high as hell, feeling fine
nothing bad but nothing kind
nothing bad but nothing kind
Nate’s head dips lower toward his neck, and Sunjata can nearly feel the reverb from the other man’s words, waiting in anticipation as Nate seeks something out — chin lifting up as he works to catch his breath, knowing it’s a lost cause once those teeth sink in again. The second question prompts a smirk, almost wanting to ask Nate if he knew the Attuned. “Yes.” He manages against the feeling of the other man’s lips to his neck.
He’s burning and burning, pressed and pinned back against the wall of the cave. A shudder courses through him and he finds his breath hitching when Nate’s teeth sink in, another rather loud groan leaving him. But that’s not all — no. He’s still quite aware of the hand beneath his belt, the one that moves and curls around his length that has him shuddering again.
His own hands find the Ascended, one hand trying to sink into the long locks while the other wrap around Nate’s hip to pull him closer — hips rolling again toward Nate and back again while the Ascended’s hand moves as well, in the attempts of giving into that primal part of his soul Nate always brings out. The part that wants nothing more than the build up and release, body shuddering, breath hitching, growls leaving his throat as he tries his best to regain some sort of control.
He’s burning and burning, pressed and pinned back against the wall of the cave. A shudder courses through him and he finds his breath hitching when Nate’s teeth sink in, another rather loud groan leaving him. But that’s not all — no. He’s still quite aware of the hand beneath his belt, the one that moves and curls around his length that has him shuddering again.
His own hands find the Ascended, one hand trying to sink into the long locks while the other wrap around Nate’s hip to pull him closer — hips rolling again toward Nate and back again while the Ascended’s hand moves as well, in the attempts of giving into that primal part of his soul Nate always brings out. The part that wants nothing more than the build up and release, body shuddering, breath hitching, growls leaving his throat as he tries his best to regain some sort of control.
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.
