- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
There's no particular worry in Nate, when he presses back and feels them slip, catching the attuned off guard but still trusting him to catch them. Though he can't taste it, there's no mistaking the heaviness of blood in his mouth, and just has him pressing in harder against the other, tongue pressing into his mouth like somehow, if he felt enough he might be allowed to taste as well. Like if he just wanted all of this enough, he'd be able to feel it. It's unfair, but he has enough in this moment that he's happy, that he doesn't need to wish for more.
He is caught in a moment where all of his focus is absolutely, singularly on Sunjata, and yet, if he was pressed he would not be able to describe a single thing the attuned was doing. There's no more give when he presses in anymore, when his arms move to wrap around the others shoulders. Both hands on Nate again, fingers pressing into the hollows of his hips, past the edge of pressure into that ache that meant broken skin and the closest thing to real sensation he had anymore, and it sends a shiver through the careful motions he's trying to settle into, his hips shifting to seek out more of the ache, back arching as the electric feeling bounced sluggishly through him.
Something seems to click, to fall in place, their bodies working together, Nate leaning into the hands on his hips and finding support in them, despite the sandy base they're working on. A whine rumbles along his throat as teeth drag along it, his head falling to the side almost automatically, too much of his focus stolen trying to translate the words in his head. "Ek... ken dit." He murmurs back after a moment, letting as much warmth as he can drip off his tongue.
It takes another moment for the translation to actually click, before Nate pauses abruptly, not caring how claws will dig into him when he does. One of his hands shifts down along Sunjata's spine, along the edge of the fin holding them up, as if in apology. "Hey, I... say it again." There's an attempt to put on airs, to play at the same even unaffected voice he always does, but it's a trick Nate can't quite get to land this time, not unlike the way the demand comes out as more desperation than anything else. He does his best to make it clear that he won't be moving, save for the slight trembling, until he gets what he wants.
He is caught in a moment where all of his focus is absolutely, singularly on Sunjata, and yet, if he was pressed he would not be able to describe a single thing the attuned was doing. There's no more give when he presses in anymore, when his arms move to wrap around the others shoulders. Both hands on Nate again, fingers pressing into the hollows of his hips, past the edge of pressure into that ache that meant broken skin and the closest thing to real sensation he had anymore, and it sends a shiver through the careful motions he's trying to settle into, his hips shifting to seek out more of the ache, back arching as the electric feeling bounced sluggishly through him.
Something seems to click, to fall in place, their bodies working together, Nate leaning into the hands on his hips and finding support in them, despite the sandy base they're working on. A whine rumbles along his throat as teeth drag along it, his head falling to the side almost automatically, too much of his focus stolen trying to translate the words in his head. "Ek... ken dit." He murmurs back after a moment, letting as much warmth as he can drip off his tongue.
It takes another moment for the translation to actually click, before Nate pauses abruptly, not caring how claws will dig into him when he does. One of his hands shifts down along Sunjata's spine, along the edge of the fin holding them up, as if in apology. "Hey, I... say it again." There's an attempt to put on airs, to play at the same even unaffected voice he always does, but it's a trick Nate can't quite get to land this time, not unlike the way the demand comes out as more desperation than anything else. He does his best to make it clear that he won't be moving, save for the slight trembling, until he gets what he wants.
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
