SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
He watches her, watches the way she seems to put on a show for him. His gaze grows a small amount more shadowed with the hunger within him, burning and brimming with delight at the way she stretches, the way she bites along her lower lip. And then she curls along him again, lowering to his chest and going further down, hips rolling over him with a quiet hum that slips from his throat to that.
And the further down she goes, the higher his hands trail along her skin. Bronze hands stark against her pale skin, always appreciating the differences here. So he leans back a small amount into the pillow, hands finding their way to her hair to run his fingers through and tangle them within the pale strands when he realizes what she’s seeking to do. And who is he to complain?
He makes it relatively easy to remove the last bit of fabric that keeps him from her, and he watches when she finally settles, a ghost-like touch against his length that has him shuddering slightly, head tilting back into the pillows, hand tightening and tugging lightly in her hair with his reaction. A shuddering sigh leaves him, but he settles and resists the urge to try and entice her more.
Still, he can’t help the way his smoldering gaze flits to her lips.
And the further down she goes, the higher his hands trail along her skin. Bronze hands stark against her pale skin, always appreciating the differences here. So he leans back a small amount into the pillow, hands finding their way to her hair to run his fingers through and tangle them within the pale strands when he realizes what she’s seeking to do. And who is he to complain?
He makes it relatively easy to remove the last bit of fabric that keeps him from her, and he watches when she finally settles, a ghost-like touch against his length that has him shuddering slightly, head tilting back into the pillows, hand tightening and tugging lightly in her hair with his reaction. A shuddering sigh leaves him, but he settles and resists the urge to try and entice her more.
Still, he can’t help the way his smoldering gaze flits to her lips.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
