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
There’s a moment of stillness, when Nate’s hand is at his throat, when Sunjata can feel the pressure of the Ascended’s fingers on his pulse, over the scar and beneath his jaw – when he can take the moment to let his lust filled gaze focus on Nate, to utter the true depth of the words he feels despite the easy and playful banter he offers, the quips and jokes back to the Ascended. There’s something raw in the way Sunjata utters it, his voice vibrating against the hand to his neck, his eyes searching the electric haze of Nate’s. And there’s a moment of being unable to read him, when he’d done so well the first few times to see beneath the exterior, beneath the hiding spaces Nate puts up occasionally.
And suddenly the Ascended in his lap is moving, surging forward, crashing into him with enough of a force and his own unpreparedness, that Sunjata has to move one hand away from Nate’s thigh to support himself from falling back – using it to his advantage as he presses back against the Ascended, despite the iron and bitter taste on his tongue where teeth had crashed and blood had drawn. There’s a shudder of a reaction down his spine, through his shaking breath, as he figures out how to accurately go about this and give Nate all of the attention he can.
So he partially shifts his back, the orca dorsal fin shifting and giving that stability like an anchor to lean back against – to give into the kiss and place both hands at Nate’s hips to dig in his claws – this thumb finding the hollow above his hip and pressing far enough to draw fluid as his hips move with Nate’s while they try to work out this dance. The sand beneath them was a slight mistake, but they can make it work, and Sunjata presses back against the hand to his throat, to the lips that beg to crash into Nate’s and bite and indulge, when Nate breaks the kiss and utters a quiet word that fires Sunjata up even further.
His kisses trail with blood to the Ascended’s neck, growls and moans slipping from him when a rhythm is picked, when things start to fall together and he can use the hands at Nate’s hips and the strength he has within his arms to help lift and drop the Ascended down onto his cock, relishing in the sensation and the electricity that sparks in his veins with it, with the tightness of the string pulling within him. And he drives himself deeper, as much as Nate will allow, dragging sharp teeth along the Ascended’s neck for the added pressure, pausing enough to pant and growl against Nate’s skin. “ek is joune.”
ek is joune – I am yours
And suddenly the Ascended in his lap is moving, surging forward, crashing into him with enough of a force and his own unpreparedness, that Sunjata has to move one hand away from Nate’s thigh to support himself from falling back – using it to his advantage as he presses back against the Ascended, despite the iron and bitter taste on his tongue where teeth had crashed and blood had drawn. There’s a shudder of a reaction down his spine, through his shaking breath, as he figures out how to accurately go about this and give Nate all of the attention he can.
So he partially shifts his back, the orca dorsal fin shifting and giving that stability like an anchor to lean back against – to give into the kiss and place both hands at Nate’s hips to dig in his claws – this thumb finding the hollow above his hip and pressing far enough to draw fluid as his hips move with Nate’s while they try to work out this dance. The sand beneath them was a slight mistake, but they can make it work, and Sunjata presses back against the hand to his throat, to the lips that beg to crash into Nate’s and bite and indulge, when Nate breaks the kiss and utters a quiet word that fires Sunjata up even further.
His kisses trail with blood to the Ascended’s neck, growls and moans slipping from him when a rhythm is picked, when things start to fall together and he can use the hands at Nate’s hips and the strength he has within his arms to help lift and drop the Ascended down onto his cock, relishing in the sensation and the electricity that sparks in his veins with it, with the tightness of the string pulling within him. And he drives himself deeper, as much as Nate will allow, dragging sharp teeth along the Ascended’s neck for the added pressure, pausing enough to pant and growl against Nate’s skin. “ek is joune.”
ek is joune – I am yours
'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.
