light up my moon

SUNJATA

the flood

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

It ends up being an entirely primal dance, a cross between prey and predator that drives Sunjata now — claws sunk deep as Nate attempts to roll his hips again, and Sunjata can’t quite let him in enough until that sensation is writhed through. It’s almost painful how hard Nate presses against him, but it drives him on in the waves after, hands finding raven hair and tangling in them, keeping the other man close as possible. There’s a tremble to his panting breaths when Nate pulls away from the bite, when he whines that vibrates against Sunjata’s soul, another tremble and shudder when Nate runs his fingers along the dorsal fin.

And as Nate finds slight rest against Sunjata’s shoulder, one arm drifts from near Nate’s head, to rest around the man’s lower back, keeping him close as he regains his breaths, his mind, whirling with so many thoughts he can’t quite form words. But Nate lifts up then, a growl slipping from Sunjata at the sudden sensation and shift of their bodies, one that shifts into a breathy laugh at Nate’s comment. “I don’t get many of those anymore.” He offers with a light smirk against the kiss pressed to his jaw, nuzzling back with his head to try and capture Nate’s lips, distracted and lazy as the dorsal fin shifts back and away and Sunjata falls straight back into the sand.

'cause i might make a move