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