Strange Days

- NATE -

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

Though he's been growing more and more comfortable with the idea of not being in control of every interaction he has, Nate is surprised by how easy it is to just give in with Sunjata. To roll his hips, to let soft groans leave him, to let the hand in his hair pull his head to the side. To do nothing more with his own hands than let them stroke down along the attuneds side, fingers shaking and squeezing as they go.

It's only because Nate doesn't need to catch his breath that he can turn his head that little bit more, can capture the other man's lips against his own instead of letting them flutter over his jaw. An arm comes back up, tracing along the lines of Sunjata's body as it does, to wrap around his shoulders, keep him held close. Nate doesn't pull away until he's sure the kiss has stolen whatever breath the other had in him, and even then it is slow, reluctant almost, his lips moving along a stubbled cheek so his whispered words aren't lost.

"You know... you don't have to give anything back. I do this because I..." He hums instead of saying anything, not sure if he could offer it out again, if it was right to in the moment. "I'm not expecting anything from you."

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