- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
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.
"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
and we'll burn this world today
