- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
Somehow, Nate times his movements perfectly, grinds down against Sunjata as he starts to speak and sends those words scattering. A low rumbling laugh escapes the ascended as he leans in again, pressing hard kisses along Sunjata's jaw, up towards the shell of his ear. "Do you really think I'd lie to you like this?" It feels like a very fine line he's walking, Nate too proud to beg outright, but begging the other man to believe him, to believe that maybe, if he was pressed, he would beg. He moves easily, more than willing to adjust to make things more comfortable, to make them more intense, and it's another little concession, another little surrender, a white flag offered up with a grin.
Bright eyes drink in the look splashed across Sunjata's face, a hitch in Nate's throat as he swallows. This is new to him, maybe not as much as it is to the attuned, but new is still new. And as far as firsts go, it's one that he desperately wants to go well. "If you were to trust me..." Nate leans back, one arm hooked around the other mans neck to keep him from tipping too much. His other hand falls back, fingers trailing up along the attuned's length, his gaze drinking in the reaction he provoked. Nate draws in a breath he doesn't really need, but it helps to steady him, to share some of the nerves that come from something that's a first for him as well.
Slowly, he rises up again, glad for the body that feels no pain from being in awkward positions, and shifts, lining himself up with the other man. Nate smiles as he sinks back down, finding more pressure, more resistance than he'd expected, and again he is glad for the fact that he can't feel pain. The sensation that run up his spine is strange, has his eyes growing distant, though they don't leave Sunjata. Can't, with the way he's growing still, as if waiting for something.
Bright eyes drink in the look splashed across Sunjata's face, a hitch in Nate's throat as he swallows. This is new to him, maybe not as much as it is to the attuned, but new is still new. And as far as firsts go, it's one that he desperately wants to go well. "If you were to trust me..." Nate leans back, one arm hooked around the other mans neck to keep him from tipping too much. His other hand falls back, fingers trailing up along the attuned's length, his gaze drinking in the reaction he provoked. Nate draws in a breath he doesn't really need, but it helps to steady him, to share some of the nerves that come from something that's a first for him as well.
Slowly, he rises up again, glad for the body that feels no pain from being in awkward positions, and shifts, lining himself up with the other man. Nate smiles as he sinks back down, finding more pressure, more resistance than he'd expected, and again he is glad for the fact that he can't feel pain. The sensation that run up his spine is strange, has his eyes growing distant, though they don't leave Sunjata. Can't, with the way he's growing still, as if waiting for something.
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
