SUNJATA
high as hell, feeling fine
nothing bad but nothing kind
nothing bad but nothing kind
The purring is met with a growl back – always having wanted the position that Nate has him in, wondering what it was about the Ascended that got him to bow down for it. Whatever it was, he liked it immensely, and burns with the reverberating feeling of his voice through his lips and his body with how close he keeps the other man. He’s acutely aware of the feeling of Nate’s hand trailing upward along salty skin until his fingers reach Sunjata’s lips – a question and an answer, and Sunjata for a moment has half the mind to ignore it out of sheer wonder of what Nate might do.
But Nate’s biting again, and the sensation has his back almost arching a small amount pinned against the wall as he is, trembling again while Nate’s other hand works him very well. He pants, breathing heavily as claws continue to stroke along Nate’s hip, points digging in though the Ascended wouldn’t feel the pain. He’d certainly feel the sensation at least, the pressure of it. And Sunjata invites the Ascended’s fingers in, tongue curling around each one as it partially shifts halfway to his leopard form for the roughness, the attempt to get Nate to feel it a bit more.
He shudders, hips moving both with and against the Ascended as he shudders and is thankful for Nate’s handle on the rhythm he picks. There’s a hum of a groan that leaves his throat, fingers tightening in an almost jerky motion in Nate’s hair, feeling the string within him begin to grow tighter and tighter, the pressure within him burning and building. Any second now, delirious with the pleasure the man pulls from him.
But Nate’s biting again, and the sensation has his back almost arching a small amount pinned against the wall as he is, trembling again while Nate’s other hand works him very well. He pants, breathing heavily as claws continue to stroke along Nate’s hip, points digging in though the Ascended wouldn’t feel the pain. He’d certainly feel the sensation at least, the pressure of it. And Sunjata invites the Ascended’s fingers in, tongue curling around each one as it partially shifts halfway to his leopard form for the roughness, the attempt to get Nate to feel it a bit more.
He shudders, hips moving both with and against the Ascended as he shudders and is thankful for Nate’s handle on the rhythm he picks. There’s a hum of a groan that leaves his throat, fingers tightening in an almost jerky motion in Nate’s hair, feeling the string within him begin to grow tighter and tighter, the pressure within him burning and building. Any second now, delirious with the pleasure the man pulls from him.
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.
