- 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?
At this point, Nate is willing to give up a little bit of power, to let Sunjata press against him, to indulge the attuned, and himself. His thumbs move over the the other mans cheeks, mirroring each other, the gesture fond, and not slowing when the kiss is broken. Nate meets the stormy gaze, the grin on his lips crinkling his eyes.
”I’m glad you’re wrong.” Nate laughed, leaning in to press their noses together gently. ”I like that you get all wound up for me.” One of his hands slips, moving to hover over the bite marks he’d left, the tips of his fingers barely ghosting over the beat of Sunjatas pulse.
”I’m glad you’re wrong.” Nate laughed, leaning in to press their noses together gently. ”I like that you get all wound up for me.” One of his hands slips, moving to hover over the bite marks he’d left, the tips of his fingers barely ghosting over the beat of Sunjatas pulse.
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
