Strange Days

- NATE -

but who am I to say?
let's all just run away

And the smugness returns, manages to drown out the guilt long enough for Nate to tamp them both down, and nod along with the answer. It's about all he has time to do, the conversation, the seriousness ignored for the movement, and the burst of silliness. The feeling is much easier to indulge in, the conversations themselves easier to handle when they can be broken up between lightness like this.

It's far too easy to take back touches of control from Sunjata, for Nate to let his eyes slip closed just as he bites, knowing there won't be anything the other man can do to stop him. Though it becomes clear he didn't actually think too far ahead, the hand not holding the attuneds wrist flying to his hip to offer support. Nate continues drinking until the other man is melted against him, then pulls back, the smirk on his lips clear in every apologetic kiss that is pressed to the newest bite mark. "You love it." The tease comes easily, Nate shifting his head to press against Sunjata's, more than happy to stay in this position, as long as the other man is comfortable.

grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today