SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
Oh he absolutely would drag it out if he were sober – but he’s also quite greedy and still a bit drunk, self-control to drag it out is little to none. And so he continues his trek up the insides of her thighs, kisses lingering and slow, tilting a small amount into the hands that find his hair again. He lifts himself enough once he’s gotten close to the apex of her thighs, pressing lingering kisses to the hollows of her hips, hovering above her as she tries to catch her own smoldering gaze, a confident Cheshire smirk along his face.
He drags his fingers along the inside of her thigh, feather light until finally reaching the center, hands curling to where his knuckles brush delicately along her, waiting for a reaction before applying a small amount more pressure, already able to see how he’s affecting her with the way her pupils dilate.
He drags his fingers along the inside of her thigh, feather light until finally reaching the center, hands curling to where his knuckles brush delicately along her, waiting for a reaction before applying a small amount more pressure, already able to see how he’s affecting her with the way her pupils dilate.
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
