SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
He swallows hard as she bites his neck, dragging his fangs along her skin a bit harder. She tells him she’s not made of glass and he laughs a sultry sound against her shoulder. “Is that so?” He asks, knowing she’ll regret it when the adrenaline rubs off. But for now? Now she taunts him, moves away from him and the muscles in his stomach tense as she leans against him and moves away and there is a slight feline growl that leaves him in his protest. A bit of a whine. However, if she wants to play it that way…
He pushes back against her, to roll her onto her back so he has the upper hand — still delicate but a small amount rougher right separate them momentarily. Hovering just out of reach, he nears his head to her jaw, breath heavy and thick and skin still shining with sweat. “I think I already have once tonight.” His voice remains gravelly, husky, sultry as he goes to search her gaze with a confident smirk on his face, arms planted on either side of her. “And here you are asking for more...? It’s hard to tell.” Amusement and playfulness is rampant in his voice despite it. “A shame, really.” His accent is thicker as he goes to feather lightly kiss against her jawbone, smirking as he pushes himself up to hover over her, to give her a fuller view of him as he drags a hand down her front, to her hips — and slowly moves his hand away from herself to him.
He pushes back against her, to roll her onto her back so he has the upper hand — still delicate but a small amount rougher right separate them momentarily. Hovering just out of reach, he nears his head to her jaw, breath heavy and thick and skin still shining with sweat. “I think I already have once tonight.” His voice remains gravelly, husky, sultry as he goes to search her gaze with a confident smirk on his face, arms planted on either side of her. “And here you are asking for more...? It’s hard to tell.” Amusement and playfulness is rampant in his voice despite it. “A shame, really.” His accent is thicker as he goes to feather lightly kiss against her jawbone, smirking as he pushes himself up to hover over her, to give her a fuller view of him as he drags a hand down her front, to her hips — and slowly moves his hand away from herself to him.
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.
