Strange Days

- NATE -

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

Going through what the things he can feel, the things he discovered he could feel, was strange. In every other relationship he’d had, Nate had been the one to take charge, the one who teased and handed out pleasure and soft touches, and having that power had always been more than enough for him. And more than enough for whoever he had been with, the question never coming up.

Sunjata shifts back, enough that Nate can tilt his head to look at the other man, an eyebrow raised in silent question. The claws down his side are not what he expects, not to start with, and it catches him off guard, enough that he can’t help the way his brows pull together, the way his eyes flutter. ”That’s... sharp.” The answer comes with no small amount of appreciation. A throaty laugh starts to leave Nate when the attuned dips his face ah way again, but the sound is cut off by the sudden burst of sensation from his neck, patches he's already hyper aware of suddenly assaulted. His arms tighten around the other man, a tremor running through them, culminating in his nails, carefully human still, digging into Sunjata’s skin. ”S’good.” The rumble comes after a few false starts, Nate still valiantly trying for the cool, unaffected voice.

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