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