Strange Days
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster

Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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#43
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- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
Normally when he does this, Nate tries to live vicariously through the other person, keeps his eyes open, his hands moving, so he can feed a little off the reactions he elicits as well as what the bite gives him. It’s different this time though, different with Sunjata now. There’s barely a thought spared for himself, every bit of him keyed into the attuned, to making this just for him.

Of course, that doesn’t mean Nate doesn’t appreciate the reciprocation. The hands in his hair, roaming down his back, and lower, eliciting a soft hum from him, nearly inaudible but rumbling against the attuned’s neck. His hips roll, muscle memory and instinct and that insistent need to be close, to be closer in every way. It drives his hands too, at least one of them, the other too preoccupied with supporting Sunjatas head, fingers playing in wet hair.

The other, the one that had been stroking along the wing moves to stroke along whatever it can reach, a soft, unhurried exploration. Like Nate’s fingers are searching for every spot that makes Sunjata tremble, or pull in a breath, or press in closer, though not one of those things ever difficult to coax out when he wants them. Nate breaks off the bite, but doesn’t pull back, keeping his lips pressed in against the attuned.

”You said something about a bed, didn’t you?” The words are loud enough to be heard over the spray, filled with heat and need and everything else that Nate is usually too stubborn to let slip out.
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

Age: 34 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
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#44
SUNJATA
the flood
i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"
It’s a different connection, a different kind of drowning that Sunjata has grown attached to in his subconscious. Sure, pleasure for a night was great, but to connect? Apparently that’s what he craves the most. Nate’s hips roll toward him and Sunjata shivers under all of the attention. He presses back against Nate, fingers diving and exploring, far more attentive this time than any of them previously.

His fingers drift along the webbing, once more, a bit more practiced and focused as if he’s searching for something — eliciting a sharp gasp of a sound to leave him, head tilting back a small amount with the fingers tangled in his hair. That, in addition to the bite, smolder him like long hidden flames within, urging and breaking to get free. Nate could likely get the same response from him even without the bite, though the combination of them all cause an overwhelming sense of electricity to fork its way through his body.

The question of a bed has Sunjata a bit more focused, a bit less drunk on the feeling that Nate gives him, and his hands still in their exploration for a mere moment before they’re drifting up to tangle into the Ascended’s hair, uncoordinated as he is with everything coursing through him. One hand leaves to shut the water off, the other pulls him closer, aiming lips for Nate’s own jaw and neck, sharper kisses and bites given to the Ascended with the purpose of trying to leave a mark, unsure how but wanting to. Perhaps a dark shimmering hue left behind, the faintest of bruises but still noticeable, still there.

Next room.” He vibrates against Nate’s skin, a pant and nearly a plea before his legs give out on him.
'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed
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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.
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster

Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 10 - Strg: 55 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 50 - Luck: 46 - Int: 1
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#45
- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
As much fun as it is to slowly, deliberately unwind Sunjata, to let hands and teeth roam across the expanse of skin being offered up to him, Nate is glad when the water stops. Glad that it brings with it hands tangling in his hair, pressure on his throat, and a strained answer, pointing him, them, towards the bed. The arm that had been tracing maddening patterns along the attuned's skin wrapped around his middle now, almost like they were going to dance, while the other stayed wrapped around his shoulders.

There are some stumbles on the way to the bed, the trip stopped more than once by Nate pressing Sunjata up against whatever wall was closest, readjusting his grip and taking advantage of the pause to press his lips against whatever part of the attuned he could. But they make it, eventually. Nate has to pause for a moment, looking down at the man beneath him, something shining in his eyes as he does. This is not a place he expected to be, but now that he's here there's nowhere he'd rather be.

"Look at you." He murmurs, doing exactly that, one hand wrapping somewhat possesively around the attuned's hip, while the other reaches up to press at his own neck, at the marks that are only just making themselves known. The reverie doesn't last long, Nate moving over Sunjata to cup his jaw, press another proper kiss to his lips. Long, a touch too much this time, as opposed to the touch too little from before. And while they're locked together, his hands move again, pressing against the sensitive spots he'd found, trying to pull enough desperation from Sunjata that he asks, without being told to.
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

Age: 34 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
Level: 15 - Strg: 76 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 79 - Int: 3
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#46
SUNJATA
the flood
i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"
Honestly, it was quite the challenge to get there. Distantly, Sunjata wonders if perhaps Nate wasn’t Ascended and possibly as exhausted and drunk as he was, if they’d ever make it there in the first place. But those kinds of thoughts don’t matter, not really, not when the support he has is with strong arms and drifting hands, electric blue eyes and Cheshire grins.

But they get there, some fucking how, and Sunjata shivers each time Nate’s lips meet skin, each time he’s pressed against a surface to readjust. But the bed is a welcome reprieve, soft and gentle compared to painful joints and bruises that form, and he doesn’t even care if his skin is still wet and shimmering from the shower they’d just departed – none of it matters aside from the heavy lidded look he gives Nate, humming with the hand at his hip, the almost praise in a sense that gets through his mind.

His head tilts up a small amount when Nate’s hand is there, cupping his jaw, giving into the kiss that’s given – long and almost sweet in a sense, before the Ascended’s other hand is roaming for those partial shifts again, having Sunjata humming beneath, vibrating, trembling with each pass. Of course, Sunjata holds out as long as he can, the slight arch to his back in one spot in particular before Sunjata begins to let a low whine slip from his throat, vibrating against the Ascended with almost everything he has, cocooned himself by a curtain of dark hair.

He presses back against the kiss, perhaps a touch demanding, desperate, needy, breaking the kiss to trail along Nate’s jaw with a low growl of frustration. Nate should know well enough by now it takes some work to get him to beg for it, and just this? Not quite enough yet.
'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed
No permission needed for power play!
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.
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster

Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 10 - Strg: 55 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 50 - Luck: 46 - Int: 1
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#47
- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
For some reason, Nate hadn't really banked on Sunjata still being stubborn, between the drink and the edge and the confession between them. He should have, really, it wouldn't feel right without it after all, without him having to work for it. A low chuckle leaves him, as the kiss is broken, as lips drag across his jaw, and he finally, finally gets the chance to indulge in one of his favourite parts of this. Nate shifts easily, his body settling between Sunjata's legs, making space for himself whether the other man moves with him or not.

"You know," The soft words begin, pressed into the hollow below the attuneds ear, "I always think you look best like this. Under my hands." Hands that haven't stopped moving, even while Nate re-positioned himself, claws sprouting from the tips of his fingers to drag along thin skin, only just careful enough to not press  through. "I always like having to work for my fun though. And you make it so fucking satisfying." There's a moment where it seems like teeth are going to sink in again, but instead Nate just sucks a dark mark into the space below Sunjata's ear, moaning as he does, just to tease.
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

Age: 34 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
Level: 15 - Strg: 76 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 79 - Int: 3
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#48
SUNJATA
the flood
i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"
Sunjata isn’t stupid enough to not make room for Nate as he makes a way to settle in, and Sunjata’s hands slide up along the sides of the Ascended, the membrane of his partial shift all that much more available while Nate’s words begin to vibrate against his skin, a quiet hum of agreement as Sunjata tries to regain some sort of control, tries to fight back and rebel in what little ways he can. But he should know better, especially with one bite already complete, that Nate would have his abilities at his disposal – and somehow, someway, it makes it all the better.

The tips of the claws drag and scrape gently enough but with the pressure to ensure that danger looms not far behind has Sunjata’s heartbeat thundering in his ears, a groan leaving his lips as hands find his hair again to tangle and pull and push. He thinks he can nearly feel the brush of fangs, the promise with no outcome, just a pressured kiss and a mark to leave behind. The sound that leaves Nate is mimicked by Sunjata as he tries to roll his hips into Nate, shuddering under the touch as he tries to form words around the dizziness in his mind.

Can’t…” He pauses as it shifts into something almost like a whine. “Let you get away with everything.” It’s managed, rushed, tried to get out before he has to shudder and pause again, fingers tightening in raven hair.
'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed
No permission needed for power play!
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.
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster

Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 10 - Strg: 55 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 50 - Luck: 46 - Int: 1
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#49
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- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
Despite all the work he's done to maintain his control, there are small things Nate doesn't mind letting Sunjata slide with. The roll of his hips for instance, a motion that he presses back against, letting go of himself for a breath and leaning back into the things his body still remembers, despite the fact that it can no longer indulge in them.

"You could." He coos, trailing his lips along the sharp edge of Sunjata's jaw. "You could let me do whatever I wanted with you." There's a hitch in the words as fingers tighten in Nate's hair, a sensation that he loves, even dulled. The claws, moving oh so carefully, begin to press the slightest bit harder, lifting red lines on the partially shifted wings. "I'd take such good care of you, just like you deserve." Nate knows Sunjata is close to that tipping point, that if he pushed the right buttons right now, it would be easy, but he doesn't want to make it quite that easy on himself, doesn't want to give up this power too early.
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

Age: 34 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
Level: 15 - Strg: 76 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 79 - Int: 3
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#50
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SUNJATA
the flood
i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"
Appreciation is hummed low in his throat at Nate’s reaction to the roll of his hips — catching him off guard is perhaps one of Sunjata’s favorite things. But Nate’s lips are moving again and Sunjata shivers under the focus there, heart thundering some more he wonders if Nate can feel the pulse against his neck. But then, Nate’s voice hitches, and Sunjata grows far more excited by this aspect, fingers tightening and tugging again to try and elicit the same response.

I could.” He begins, a breathless whine leaving his lips. “I won’t.” There’s an air of amusement and challenge within it. But the claws dig a bit deeper, dig a bit harder to where it’s almost painful, and Sunjata writhes with it, shuddering and sucking in a sharp breath, trying to pull Nate closer — as close as he can be. But Nate’s speaking again, red lines crossing his skin, along wings, and he can’t help the way his hands abandon Nate’s hair to roam across his pale skin again, nails digging into wherever he can reach. “Ah, bliksem!” He hisses, slipping into his native tongue for a brief moment, trying desperately to recover.
'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed
No permission needed for power play!
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.
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster

Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 10 - Strg: 55 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 50 - Luck: 46 - Int: 1
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#51
- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
Fingers tighten in his hair, sending a shiver down Nate's back, a feeling that ripples across the man beneath him, unmistakable with their closeness. And it's another thing he chooses to indulge the attuned with, as he pulls back, only tightening the grip in his hair so he can show off the way his eyes flutter.  It's a treat that's only offered for a moment though, Nate sinking down to suck a matching mark on the opposite side of Sunjata's neck.

All Nate does in response to the challenge is hum, letting the other man's own tone, his whining work against him as he spreads his stolen claws wide, no longer dragging, but pressing in, raising shallow wells and trying to drag more guttural words out. "You'll have to teach me some of that." He murmurs, hand trapped between their bodies, his hips rolling again, not letting up a single point of pressure anywhere, teasing closer and closer to that tipping point, without ever actually cresting it.
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

Age: 34 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
Level: 15 - Strg: 76 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 79 - Int: 3
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#52
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SUNJATA
the flood
i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"
It is a treat to see Nate react this way, and Sunjata buzzes with it, electricity storming through his body – not from a bite, not from anything else other than the way Nate rakes those clawed hands along sensitive skin in ways that have him growling and writhing, trying so desperately to give in. And with Nate’s murmur, hips rolling in that’s responded with Sunjata’s own, a louder groan leaves him as he shudders with the movements and touch, the mirrored mark left along his neck – in spaces that are not hidden, not even an attempt to, and how much Sunjata wishes to return them.

He absolutely can teach Nate some of the language, or all of it at some point, but for now? Now he’s content to simply growl in it, to give Nate what likely sounds like nonsense but might make sense given the context of sounds and desperation he’s offering. Nails dig in further as his hands trail up again, tangling and tugging, heavy lidded smoldering gaze swallowing and devouring Nate whole. But he surges up a small amount, sharpened teeth aiming for whatever part of the Ascended he can reach, neck or shoulder, or whatever’s near – to give some sort of something back before he drowns. “Asseblief..?” He rumbles against skin for a brief moment before it clears for an attempt at translating. “Please.
'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed
No permission needed for power play!
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.
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster

Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 10 - Strg: 55 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 50 - Luck: 46 - Int: 1
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#53
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- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
The words might not be anything he understands, but that isn't really the appeal, not as much as the idea that he'd gotten Sunjata to the point that he can just growl in whatever comes most naturally. Nails drag a path back up to his to his hair, pulling a breathless groan from the ascended that turns abruptly to a hiss, as teeth dig into the crook of his neck, drawing silvery fluid and more shivers as something on the other side of simple pressure runs down along his spine.

Another laugh, much rougher, much more affected, rumbles through Nate, the translation appreciated, but not at all necessary, not with the tone of the single word that had fallen from Sunjata's lips. "Good boy." It's not the sure, unaffected voice he normally put's on, but warm, somehow dripping with approval and arousal both. And now that he's gotten what he wanted, the hands seem to have a purpose again, beyond dragging marks into bronze skin. They shift down, to grab at hips, to hold them still, fingers stroking at the very edge of half shifted wings, still trying to pull feeling from that as well.

Lips kiss down the attuneds front, slow, luxuriant, but the goal obvious. Smouldering eyes lock onto his partners face, scraps of the electricity in them passing between them, as Nate sinks lower, kisses at the base of Sunjata's cock, pausing there, a brow raised as if he's asking if this is what the other man wants.
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

Age: 34 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
Level: 15 - Strg: 76 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 79 - Int: 3
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#54
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SUNJATA
the flood
i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"
He doesn’t expect to draw blood from the Ascended, but when he does and he can taste what should be iron as a bit more bitter and sour, strong and nearly burning to the tongue, he can’t help but wonder what the Ascended was made of anyway. Still, Sunjata’s own teeth burrow in briefly and draw that fluid along his tongue, lips speckled in a pearlescent sheen when he withdraws. It’s not an Ascended bute, but perhaps something Nate might appreciate regardless, unsure how to get through to the other man in terms of the little pleasures like that.

If nothing else, it’ll leave a mark.

The praise he receives is one that’s different than he’s used to. Something almost more appreciative and warm, something nearly more into it. And it seems to be all Nate needs to continue. The hands at his wings keep him idle enough to not challenge him back, and he gives in — clay to be molded by the Ascended as he saw fit. The kisses trail almost maddeningly slow, and he growls in the frustration it brings — already breathless and having been ready, he can’t help but to let his smoldering steel meet the electric blues on the trail he takes down. His hands trail up along Nate’s back and sides to his hair and neck, fingers tangling and pressing against the bite he’s given.

And when Nate pauses? There’s a hiss of frustration, cock already hard and his body aching like hell for an outlet, a release, hips struggling to shift toward Nate inadvertently, head tilting back a small amount to reveal the expanse of where Nate’s marks are left on bronze tattooed skin. All the Ascended receives is a hum of a whine of ‘please’ threatening to escape his throat.
'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed
No permission needed for power play!
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.
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster

Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 10 - Strg: 55 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 50 - Luck: 46 - Int: 1
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#55
- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
Despite the growl from above, the fingers twisting in his hair and along his shoulders, against the bite, Nate doesn't let his pace change. If anything, he slows, pulling away from skin to let out soft groans. The hiss brings a wide smirk to his face, and as soon as Sunjata's head is thrown back, Nate's moving again, the same achingly slow pace, kissing up along the shaft, then swallowing it back down properly. Another perk of the ascension, along with the lack of breath, is the lack of a gag reflex. Still not worth what he'd given up, but it is appreciated in situations like this.

He stays still another moment, until the whine in Sunjata's throat finally makes it's way out. Only then does he start to bob his head, faster than expected considering the languid pace he'd taken with everything else. The claws press against hips, against the base of the wings, a warning to the attuned to stay as still as he could while Nate moved. Or, maybe a challenge.
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
Archon of King's End

Age: 34 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
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#56
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SUNJATA
the flood
i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"
Nate could drag out the growls for as long as he wanted, and Sunjata would be helpless against keeping from giving them to him. But then Nate takes him, kissing up and swallowing down far enough that Sunjata trembles with it, burning already in the pit of his stomach. The pause at the base does receive that growling hiss of a whine, a please escaping hoarsely as he shudders. He has half a mind to try and make the Ascended, but then he notices the claws and their precarious placements.

When Nate begins to move along his cock, it’s far faster than Sunjata expects, and a loud groan leaves him as his back tenses and trembles, thighs quivering with the sensation as he fights to keep himself still, to keep from those claws shredding his wings. It’s a dangerous game, one that turns him on further — craving that small bit of blood and danger with the high of getting off. So despite the stillness that takes over him, he does attempt one or two things, aiming to distract with a tug and pull of Nate’s hair, the brief shift of his hips that apply a bit too much pressure where the claws poke out.

Wouldn’t be the first time Nate’s drawn blood from him, after all.
'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed
No permission needed for power play!
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.


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