SUNJATA
the flood
snow glistens on the ledge, whiskey on the bed
shake it out and light a cigarette
shake it out and light a cigarette
He hadn’t meant to draw blood, not intentionally at least. Perhaps a few welts, a few lines raised. But when the spark of blood is felt and the way she reacts beneath his touch with it, sliding closer to him, has him growing more and more possessive of the position he’s in. So he pulls her closer, diving in. Oh, he told her the tongue was worth it if you knew how to use it. He hopes she believes him.
He tugs her closer and she obliges him, and he in turn gives into it. The muscles beneath her hand flex as he holds her close to him, his steel gaze watching as she closes her eyes and her back arches slightly — acutely listening, living through the sounds she makes. And when she speaks, her one raw and rough command has him obliging entirely, announcing that he plans to go the whole way with a vibrating growl accompanied to the kisses and exploration his tongue takes.
So he grows a bit rougher, a bit more into the taking, trying to pull whatever he can out of her. One hand abandons her hips to run along her thigh again, while he focuses on picking up a particular speed with his tongue. His hand shifts back into his own, and he pauses briefly to give her a moment, before slipping a finger into her — relishing in a bit of the power he holds right now. There’s a flush to his neck, all focus and attention given to her, pausing ever so slightly in that taunting mind of his. If he was an incubus, she was a succubus, both taunting and toying with one another, with the promise of a sweet release.
He tugs her closer and she obliges him, and he in turn gives into it. The muscles beneath her hand flex as he holds her close to him, his steel gaze watching as she closes her eyes and her back arches slightly — acutely listening, living through the sounds she makes. And when she speaks, her one raw and rough command has him obliging entirely, announcing that he plans to go the whole way with a vibrating growl accompanied to the kisses and exploration his tongue takes.
So he grows a bit rougher, a bit more into the taking, trying to pull whatever he can out of her. One hand abandons her hips to run along her thigh again, while he focuses on picking up a particular speed with his tongue. His hand shifts back into his own, and he pauses briefly to give her a moment, before slipping a finger into her — relishing in a bit of the power he holds right now. There’s a flush to his neck, all focus and attention given to her, pausing ever so slightly in that taunting mind of his. If he was an incubus, she was a succubus, both taunting and toying with one another, with the promise of a sweet release.
miss me when you, you wish you weren't right
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
