SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
His panting grows lighter, body shifting a small amount with the blankets beneath him as he gets a small amount more comfortable and she squeezes his hand. He looks over to her, his own gaze dark and devouring as he smugly questions her — only to find her gaze turn to meet his. The very same, still craving more, craving him, and it’s hard to suppress the shiver that runs down his spine when she nears, a lingering kiss to his cheek, a sultry whisper to his ear.
So he turns to her, then, to face her a bit more fully, his freehand reaching up to brush away the tangled mess of pale damp hair as he searches her with something close to surprise followed up by need. He lowers his head to her, to press a kiss to her neck, soft and light and just as lingering. “Good.” He begins, breath hot against her skin. “Because I want you too.” His voice is low, almost a growl, and he goes to shift himself closer to her to align their bodies together.
He pulls away the towel trapping himself away from her, leaning over her a small amount to add it to the others off the side of the bed. And when he returns, he tenderly presses his hips against the thighs she rubs together to show her just how much he did, how hard he is for her. “How do you want me, Maea?” he asks, lips against her neck again, giving her the choice because of how bruised and painful her body was and not wanting to hurt her if he could help it.
So he turns to her, then, to face her a bit more fully, his freehand reaching up to brush away the tangled mess of pale damp hair as he searches her with something close to surprise followed up by need. He lowers his head to her, to press a kiss to her neck, soft and light and just as lingering. “Good.” He begins, breath hot against her skin. “Because I want you too.” His voice is low, almost a growl, and he goes to shift himself closer to her to align their bodies together.
He pulls away the towel trapping himself away from her, leaning over her a small amount to add it to the others off the side of the bed. And when he returns, he tenderly presses his hips against the thighs she rubs together to show her just how much he did, how hard he is for her. “How do you want me, Maea?” he asks, lips against her neck again, giving her the choice because of how bruised and painful her body was and not wanting to hurt her if he could help it.
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.
