Strange Days

SUNJATA

the flood

i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"

Sunjata can’t help but to give into the squeezes and strokes Nate gives him along his side, vibrating with the sounds and movement he gets from the Ascended. It’s a reaction, and gods how Sunjata wants to draw it out of him. But he’s still exhausted, still leisurely draped over the other man in a way that shares the heat of his body though Nate wouldn’t be able to tell.

So instead, he lightens up, shifting his attention to the Ascended’s jaw, though that doesn’t last long either. Instead, Nate’s there, lips soft against his own in a kiss that prolongs and leaves him quite literally breathless, lungs on the verge of constricting painfully. But the kiss breaks, and Sunjata rests his head against Nate’s as he pants for breath once again, listening to him explain that he doesn’t need these things.

Which is fine and all, except for the fact that Sunjata wants this.

He hums low in his throat as Nate’s lips move along his stubbled cheek, trying to piece the words together in his fogged mind. “I want to.” He offers instead, nestling his head closer and letting the words wash over him. “If I can. If you’d want that.” A hint more of submission with it, how Nate has changed him in that way.

'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed