- 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?
It's so easy to press closer to Sunjata, to lean into the surprisingly hungry kiss, to get lost in the feeling. It's another surprise for Nate, kisses are another thing he usually avoids, especially this kind, needy and desperate and searching. They're tied in his mind with more serious things, but it's easy to forget that too, in the face of this.
Both hands move, tracing up the lines of the attuned's body, pausing at his shoulders as Nate seems to remember something, breaking the kiss for a moment. Long enough to lick his hand clean, then lean back in, fingers settling on either side of Sunjata's face and pulling him in, like Nate's apologizing for the interruption. Or like he's trying to make up those lost seconds for himself. At this point he isn't really sure who he's trying to please more.
Both hands move, tracing up the lines of the attuned's body, pausing at his shoulders as Nate seems to remember something, breaking the kiss for a moment. Long enough to lick his hand clean, then lean back in, fingers settling on either side of Sunjata's face and pulling him in, like Nate's apologizing for the interruption. Or like he's trying to make up those lost seconds for himself. At this point he isn't really sure who he's trying to please more.
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
