SUNJATA
the flood
'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low
don't lead me in when you feel low
He wants to reply to Nate, to retort something along the lines of just how much Nate tends to make things worth their time, but the thought dies on his lips as soon as Nate’s lips are on him, pushing buttons Sunjata knows acutely that he’s trying to do. His head tilts back and the ghost brush of those fangs along his skin have him shivering, uttering the translation for Nate’s ears alone. He hums lightly to the sensation as he rolls back a bit, pulling Nate in closer — and closer Nate does get. He finds the resistance and brushes past it, until Nate’s straddling him and flush. “You are worth it, you know.” He rumbles with a small smirk. “The time.”
His hands immediately go to the Ascended’s side, fingers shifting to dull claws to rake down his side with an even and strong pressure, all the way down to Nate’s hips, to his thighs that press against the smooth transition of Sunjata’s lower half. He gives into the kiss that Nate seeks out, greedy and perhaps a bit pushy, those claws tightening so slightly around his legs as the kiss is broken.
And he trails his hands up, still digging in, one hand remaining at Nate’s hip while the other drifts up to tangle in the curtain of raven hair. And when the bite finally happens, Sunjata shudders — lower half of him wiggling a small amount, the tail flapping against the sand as the rest of him grips onto the Ascended tight and gasping a groan that slips from his lips. And he tries to focus as hard as he can, to keep the shift as is, but the longer the bite goes on the shallower his restrain gets, until eventually legs replace the black and white fin.
His hands immediately go to the Ascended’s side, fingers shifting to dull claws to rake down his side with an even and strong pressure, all the way down to Nate’s hips, to his thighs that press against the smooth transition of Sunjata’s lower half. He gives into the kiss that Nate seeks out, greedy and perhaps a bit pushy, those claws tightening so slightly around his legs as the kiss is broken.
And he trails his hands up, still digging in, one hand remaining at Nate’s hip while the other drifts up to tangle in the curtain of raven hair. And when the bite finally happens, Sunjata shudders — lower half of him wiggling a small amount, the tail flapping against the sand as the rest of him grips onto the Ascended tight and gasping a groan that slips from his lips. And he tries to focus as hard as he can, to keep the shift as is, but the longer the bite goes on the shallower his restrain gets, until eventually legs replace the black and white fin.
'cause i might make a move
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.
