Strange Days

- NATE -

but who am I to say?
let's all just run away

Nate can feel the tremble in the body beneath him, the struggle to keep still as he moves, swallowing and rolling his tongue as he does, using whatever tricks he needs to send pleasure shooting through the attuned. All of it goes straight to his head, the power, the precarious situation he holds Sunjata in, but he should expect it won't be so easy. The hands tugging at his hair don't exactly distract, but they certainly disrupt Nate's rhythm, his head tilting back into the tugging, electric eyes rolling back with the tingle of sensation.

For a single moment, Nate considers pulling his claws back, avoiding the marks they'd cause on the attuned's skin, but... they had been there as a warning, and if there were no consequences, what kind of tryst would they be having? Besides, the point of not leaving marks has long since passed. What are a few scars in the grand scheme of things, especially ones that come from something good? Nate hums, letting the sound vibrate through him, and drags his hands down, sinking lower to take more of Sunjata's cock into his throat.

grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today

SUNJATA

the flood

i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"

He tries to give it back, in every way he can. But the problem is that Sunjata doesn’t exactly know how and a part of that writhes within the back of his mind. So he does what gets a response instead, the tangling and pulling of hair, the way Nate’s head slips back into it a small amount, breaking up that careful rhythm. Still, Nate’s claws settle at the base of wings and hips, and Sunjata challenges that as he shifts his hips and Nate plunges down again, a burning sensation in his gut and the sharp sting of those claws against the sensitivity of his wings.

“fokken hel.” It’s a cross between a pleased hiss and a growl of pain. His hips shift again, not caring at the way the blood begins to bubble in small lines — having not shredded the wings but simply scraped them. The tinge of iron fills the air and Sunjata can’t help the shudder that passes through him both in combination of Nate’s own addition with the vibration and the feel of his tongue rolling along every inch of his cock. He burns, and his fingers tighten in Nate’s hair as he arcs his back a small amount once the Ascended had found a particularly sensitive place, feeling the tension springing in his gut.

'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed

- NATE -

but who am I to say?
let's all just run away

Another exclamation that needs no translation, that ignites a bright spark of smugness in Nate's chest, his lips quirking into a savage grin, his rhythm stuttering into something that seems more instinctual than carefully planned. No pace to get used to, no reprieve from the feelings. Just Nate, moving with wild abandon, groans rumbling through him whenever the fingers in his hair pull just right, send that shiver shooting down his spine again.

It's impossible to not feel the tension rising in Sunjata, the way he shudders, arches up into Nate. There is a part of Nate that considers prolonging it, that nearly pulls away from the cock in his mouth completely, to leave the attuned teetering on that precipice. To hear him curse and whine. The urge to see the other man undone is too strong though, and a little voice whispers that he'll have plenty more chance to tease, to prolong things. Blue eyes flutter open, hazy and a little unfocused, just to drink in the view, and, maybe to catch the other mans eyes, to get that extra little bit of connection, what feels like the only thing they're missing at this point.

grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today

SUNJATA

the flood

i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"

Suddenly, there is no pace to keep, no rhythm or pattern with the movements, and perhaps that drives him more insane as he shudders and shivers, fingers tugging and pulling at Nate to release more of those vibrating groans where Nate’s lips connect. He’s almost successful with it before he can feel his heart thundering in his chest, the pulse rebounding in his ears. But something changes, and Sunjata arcs a small amount into the touch and prolonged sensation Nate draws, the blood that bubbles and leaves lines along his skin and the bed beneath them.

Even still, it does cause some of those panted curses in Korofi to leave his lips, body trembling beneath Nate’s movements, glazed and somewhat predatory steel meeting Nate’s electric blues, appreciating the view. But the connection there dives deeper, watching as the Ascended plays him like he’s always known how. And still, still Sunjata doesn’t know exactly how he does it. He’s not complaining, the opposite actually, one hand remaining in raven hair as the other shifts to claws that mimic the ones that pin him, to stroke and dig along Nate’s neck — an attempt to get another reaction.

Because it’s certainly not long now, but he wants to return the favor, to give Nate something more out of it.

'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed

- NATE -

but who am I to say?
let's all just run away

Nate had said they would be messing the bed up with worse than feathers. He just hadn't expected it to happen so soon, so aggressively. Hadn't expected it to be so much. And yet, here he is, in control as he's ever been, and yet pinned, by the eyes that meet his, by the fingers tugging at his hair, by the rough voice moaning above him. And then, by claws that match the ones he's stolen, tracing lines along his neck, digging in to open flows of shimmering fluid and white hot sensation, sparking behind Nate's eyes and down his spine.

Without thinking, he tries to clench his hands closed around Sunjata's hips, claws dragging down and digging in, and arch his back, leaning up into the fingers in his own wounds, with nowhere else to go. It's a wonder he keeps bobbing on the attuned's cock, really, but somehow Nate manages to never lose sight of his goal, even as the feeling arc's along his spine like an electric shock.

grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today

SUNJATA

the flood

i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"

Success. There’s some sort of excitement that shivers down Sunjata’s spine, flooding him with branches of tension and warmth. His gaze drifts from the lock on with Nate’s electric blues to follow the lines of shimmering fluid that drift down the Ascended’s neck — momentarily confused because he hadn’t expected it to be so… Clear? Pearlescent in the sheen that matches what’s left on Sunjata’s lips from earlier — and the pleased wolffish grin that crosses Sunjata’s face through the throws of everything Nate’s putting him through has him purring those Korofi curses.

Something primal creeping through his body as Nate arches back into the claws and Sunjata presses against the ones in his wings. But Nate’s hands are moving again, digging deeper along his hips and down, drawing more welts and blood that have his body shuddering, growls and hisses leaving him, cock twitching with everything Nate draws out of him. The hand in Nate’s hair tightens, attempting to adjust the Ascended in an attempt to drag those claws down from his neck to along his shoulder and chest, drawing more of that tension until he can feel that shattering point approaching — body flush with heat and pleasure and sweat.

'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed

- NATE -

but who am I to say?
let's all just run away

Unblinking eyes follow the path of Sunjata's gaze, and Nate shifts, ever so slightly, to show off the ragged lines on his neck, the leaking fluid dug up by claws. He'd always been vain, and it adds something special to have the chance to show off. As the hands in his hair tug, Nate shifts, as much as he can (it is a blessing to not feel any of the ill effects of the strange positions he pushes himself into) to give those claws access to his shoulders, his chest.

As much as Nate wants to lose himself, give in to the feeling now buzzing at the back of his head, he can't forget himself, forget the peak he is trying to drag Sunjata over. Though he is far less in control than he usually is, the edge rushing up on the both of them, too fast to change, to do anything more than be swept along. It almost surprises Nate when it comes, when Sunjata cums, but he swallows dutifully, and pulls off slowly, leaning over to rest his cheek on the attuneds thigh for a moment. Not quite catching his breath, but pulling his mind back together in the aftermath of the unexpected sensation overload.

He doesn't make the other man wait long though, Nate pushing himself up and leaving a kiss where his head had been resting before dragging himself back up the other mans body to press their lips together, hands, now claw free, coming to rest on either side of Sunjata's face, and holding him tightly.

grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today

SUNJATA

the flood

i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"

There’s pride and excitement that linger in the lines of Sunjata’s body, in the electricity that sparks and a possessiveness that takes over as the marks are seen – the sheen appearing from where blood would normally be drawn. It’s not the same as the matching bruises on the sides of his neck, hovering over compasses in quite visible sight… But it is something, and that something is what really matters in his mind.

Especially when the control of the situation is lost, and Sunjata’s far too close to finishing to regain any sort of composure. And just like that, the edge is reached, blown over in a mix of what smells like iron tinged with bitter ethanol and salt. He shatters in a trembling sensation into Nate – no warning, though it’s not like it matters much when Nate’s senses are deadened anyway. Though his thighs and body trembles as Nate pulls away, Sunjata’s head tilting back ever so slightly as he fights to catch his breath against the dry hoarseness of his throat.

He can feel Nate’s head against his leg, briefly, for a moment of collecting themselves before the partial shift of wings and claws are disappearing, though the blood remains as small tiny scrapes along his sides and of course the rakes down his hips. Nate leans up over him quickly after though, and Sunjata can’t help the way his hands wrap around the Ascended, pulling him tight while he takes his head into his hands, lips pressed against lips. He breaks the kiss momentarily to try and catch his breath, face nuzzling against Nate’s. “kom hier.” He hums, hoarse and rough. He waits a mere moment, to simply hold the other man, before he lets his lips seek out Nate’s and he tries to take it a bit deeper – still full of that afterglow, that heart thundering sensation, shifting to make room for Nate to drape about him, hands seeking raven hair and the rest of the Ascended’s body.

'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed

- NATE -

but who am I to say?
let's all just run away

Soft hands precede Nate's shifting, roaming over the spaces that wings once stretched from, but it's not as much of a sensual touch as what had come before. More of an excuse to keep in contact with the other mans body as he moves, as he's pulled in close. His legs tangle with Sunjata's easily, and he leans in, kisses continuing along the attuned's cheek even as he pulls away, tries to catch his breath. "I'm here, I am." Nate murmurs, hands smoothing down Sunjata's back, a soft groan leaving him as fingers tangle in his hair.

Nate immediately fills the space made for him, pressing against the attuned as completely as he could manage, their lips pressed together again. He doesn't want to let go, never wants to have to let go, not now that he has the chance to hold on. This kiss is shorter than the last, only so Nate press their foreheads together. "This is... this is what you deserve. What I want to give you." It's... maybe a little bit unfair, to take advantage of the mood, to double down on what he'd said, but it's important to him. Sunjata is important to him.

grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today

SUNJATA

the flood

i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"

Nate’s there, close, body to body, translating the words the attuned gives him. And something within it is relieving, to have this touchy part where Sunjata can explore, can relax, can… well, be in the moment, riding out the bliss emotionally and tangibly. Even when he goes to break the kiss to catch his breath — and damn what he wouldn’t give to not have to breathe, to see how long it lasts — Nate is there peppering kisses to his cheek.

Before long, their foreheads are together, Nate’s voice surprisingly steady compared to Sunjata’s tangle of words. He tilts his head up a small amount, nose brushing by Nate’s with a quiet fanged smirk granted in return. He understands, at the heart of it, but there’s a part of him that isn’t sure how to respond. He wants to argue, wants to say he absolutely doesn’t deserve it, but he can’t find it in him to ruin the moment. So he hums deep in his throat, moving his head to bury it along the wounds he’d given the ascended, pressing soft apologetic kisses to each one. “I’m sorry.” He murmurs instead.

'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed

- NATE -

but who am I to say?
let's all just run away

It's a quiet relief that his words are accepted, that they're not argued against. Maybe the other man realizes what he's trying to do, even if he doesn't like it, doesn't agree with it. Yet. Which is fine. Nate doesn't expect anything to be instantaneous, not really. He'd said before that he was selfish, but those words were starting to feel less true, as he held the other man close and smiled properly, actually content, and not simply trying to cover something else up.

A sharp little sound leaves Nate as lips press against the jagged wounds, the feeling only just on the wrong side of pressure. He tilts his head, offering easier access, one of his arms moving to help support the attuned a little better. "You don't have to be."" The words are gentle, Nate's eyes slipping closed as he speaks, as he leans in to the closeness. "I know what I'm getting into." There's a chuckle, and a single eye cracking open to look at Sunjata. "Besides, it's only fair." A finger comes to press at one of the marks adorning the other man's neck, none too gently, as if the reminder is needed.

grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today

SUNJATA

the flood

i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"

It absolutely is what Sunjata’s doing. Acknowledging them in a sense, but not responding to it. Focusing on something else, some hidden plausible deniability granted by doing so. But his face, stubbled chin and cheeks and all, burrow into Nate’s neck comfortably – lingering soft apologetic kisses pressed to wounds acquired, wondering if Ascended’s heal faster than he does. A shame, in a sense. But the thought disappears as soon as Nate’s head is tilting, making more room, and Sunjata takes advantage of it.

“I don’t?” He muses, pressing a bit harder of a kiss against the column of Nate’s throat, just beneath his ear. But then, Nate’s pressing against a dark bruise formed on his own neck, and a low hum leaves his throat and a quiet shudder – having the fingers that tighten in his hair tense a small amount, the hands roaming along Nate’s back pausing and stuttering in its careful stroke. So he shifts a small amount, hissing against the scratches that have clotted along his hips to turn a bit more into Nate, to take advantage of the placement of the bed and the way they’re tangled about it.

He ends up somehow onto his side, tangled with the Ascended, peering down at electric eyes. “Do you think you’ll regret it? Getting into this?” He muses quietly, a raise of his brow, still somewhat drunk despite what's gone on.

'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed

- NATE -

but who am I to say?
let's all just run away

The space Nate grants in the crook of his neck is filled quickly, a softer noise leaving him this time, all but sighing out his appreciation for the kisses now that he's gotten used to the feeling. It doesn't last long, words coming on the crest of rougher lips, Nate's own fingers pressing down on buttons of his own creation. "Not for this." He clarified, voice sounding noticeably breathless, though he's still sturdy enough to help Sunjata shift, to pull the attuned closer against his chest, trying to be mindful of the open marks on his hips.

With the way they've settling, it's easier to be face to face, almost nose to nose. Though Nate refrains from closing the distance too much, once it's clear Sunjata want's to talk. The question feels loaded, but the answer comes easily to Nate. "I don't think I will, no. There's... nothing I can see happening that would change my mind. But..." He shrugs easily here, meeting steel eyes and smiling. "Now I'll never get the chance to regret not doing it."

An arm shifts around the other man, light fingers ghosting along Sunjata's back as Nate muses over his next words, as he tries to decide if it's worth saying them. "I'm... actually more worried about you regretting it." The admission does not come easily, a somewhat embarrassed lilt to the ascended's smile now.

grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today

SUNJATA

the flood

i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"

Not for this. It rebounds in the attuned’s mind, curling around him as he nods ever so slightly into Nate’s neck, taking the answer for what it was. And once he begins to start shifting them, to get more comfortable, he peers down at Nate with a question falling off of his lips. He’s hesitant to hear the answer, some sort of caught breath as Nate’s fingers stroke along circular scars across his back.

The answer itself is relieving to an extent, but when it’s posed back at him he can’t help the way he stills with it, as if it hadn’t crossed his mind just yet, spotting the hint of embarrassment along the lines of the Ascended’s smile. And he swallows a bit harder, taking a deep inhale of breath, one hand disbanding from Nate’s hair to cup Nate’s cheek. “I think… Well, does it matter anymore?” He frowns slightly. “I regret a great many things, honestly. But… You’ve been here for a decent amount and haven’t left yet, so. I don’t think I can regret it, hm?” A small crooked smirk crosses his face, leaning in to kiss the Ascended softly, tenderly, a touch before he tries to pull away.

'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed