Strange Days

- 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