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