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
It’s surprisingly easy to remove the belt and the rest of it – hovering over her as he does. And when he manages to slide it all off, hovering, letting her decide, that’s when those steel eyes smolder and swarm even more. The hand to his chest pushing him back, though it’s not hard with how pliable and willing Sunjata is to experience what she has to offer. He moves back, giving her the space she seeks, only for it not to last long.
She’s hovering above him now, kisses placed to his chest that begin to trail down over tattoos and scars, and he shifts a bit more comfortably – one foot flat against the floor for a bit more purchase, giving her a bit more space to work with. Still, his gaze follows her – awaiting, feeling acutely the nails that dog into his hips that are accompanied with a low growl from his throat.
And when she reaches him, fully, the succubus as she is, there’s a sharp intake of breath at the tongue he can feel tracing along him, surprisingly hot (or perhaps, not so surprisingly?) His own hands move to her, snaking down, one along her arm while the other tangles in her hair as his head tilts back when she begins. A louder growl leaves his throat, something primal mixed with the heaviness of his breath, the panting inhales he takes when she takes him. There’s a string that grows tighter, the wave of the flood that builds in him beneath her touch, though not quite at the point he has her in. And he waits, waits for her to take the lead.
She’s hovering above him now, kisses placed to his chest that begin to trail down over tattoos and scars, and he shifts a bit more comfortably – one foot flat against the floor for a bit more purchase, giving her a bit more space to work with. Still, his gaze follows her – awaiting, feeling acutely the nails that dog into his hips that are accompanied with a low growl from his throat.
And when she reaches him, fully, the succubus as she is, there’s a sharp intake of breath at the tongue he can feel tracing along him, surprisingly hot (or perhaps, not so surprisingly?) His own hands move to her, snaking down, one along her arm while the other tangles in her hair as his head tilts back when she begins. A louder growl leaves his throat, something primal mixed with the heaviness of his breath, the panting inhales he takes when she takes him. There’s a string that grows tighter, the wave of the flood that builds in him beneath her touch, though not quite at the point he has her in. And he waits, waits for her to take the lead.
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.
