SUNJATA
high as hell, feeling fine
nothing bad but nothing kind
nothing bad but nothing kind
He finds he can’t really regain control, not while those teeth are in his neck and the only thought he has is pinpointed to that exact spot until the Ascended pulls away. So he settles for the reactions he gives and gets, a growl reverberating against his throat, fingers tightening in Nate’s hair, shuddering growls and moans slipping from his throat at the heightened sensation he gives. A sheen of sweat has already beaded along Sunjata’s skin due to the warmth and the seemingly stuffiness that the cave system gives him.
Nate pulls back, the Ascended’s forehead resting along his shoulder, and Sunjata pants – chest heaving against the sensation of it. His head tilts up while Nate presses kisses against the sharp panes of his jaw, shivering and trembling in anticipation and delight, pleasure reverberating. And whether or not Nate thinks that he can’t quite hear him, the earring within his ear makes Nate’s hum of a whisper loud and clear.
He presses his hips back against Nate, a hum of agreement given as he shivers and tightens his fingers in Nate’s hair, unable to keep the tips of his fingers on the other hand at Nate’s hip the same as claws poke out, stroking across skin and drawing marks against the Ascended’s skin as he urges the man in a small amount of desperation of yes.
Nate pulls back, the Ascended’s forehead resting along his shoulder, and Sunjata pants – chest heaving against the sensation of it. His head tilts up while Nate presses kisses against the sharp panes of his jaw, shivering and trembling in anticipation and delight, pleasure reverberating. And whether or not Nate thinks that he can’t quite hear him, the earring within his ear makes Nate’s hum of a whisper loud and clear.
He presses his hips back against Nate, a hum of agreement given as he shivers and tightens his fingers in Nate’s hair, unable to keep the tips of his fingers on the other hand at Nate’s hip the same as claws poke out, stroking across skin and drawing marks against the Ascended’s skin as he urges the man in a small amount of desperation of yes.
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.
