light up my moon

SUNJATA

the flood

'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low

There’s a brief hum, a brief exhale of a response to Nate that’s perhaps not quite understandable as his hands roam along the Ascended, feeling as Nate arches his back and doesn’t give him an inch to move. And he can feel himself shivering and shuddering as soon as Nate does bite – yet there’s still no room to move, just the hand of Nate at the back of his head, and the sand beneath him, the weight of the Ascended atop him. It’s a soothing, wonderful feeling, despite the electricity that sparks in his veins. It’s distracting enough to remove the shift as Nate pulls away, huffing for breath as Nate sits up and Sunjata’s hands find his legs again.

Steel eyes shadowed and glazed find the smirking Ascended, and he can’t help but offer a breathy snort back with a hum. “You’re distracting.” He whines, a fanged smirk shot back up at Nate while he feels his heart thunder in his chest, rolling his hips against Nate’s in response to the Ascended’s own maneuvers that have him arching his own back a small amount with another quiet hum. His claws dig into Nate’s legs as he takes a deep, shuttering inhale and searches those electric eyes. And then, an idea sparks as he moves a small amount, trying to press up against Nate to keep him in his lap, trying to use the hands on the Ascended’s legs to pull them around him, trying to aim a deep and devouring kiss against Nate’s, chest to chest.

'cause i might make a move