- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
It's impossible for Nate to do anything more than snort at the simple response, and not only because he's already angling for a kiss. His fingers drip down from the earring to a tattooed shoulder, the lines traced with a touch that mostly remembers where they lead. The intention is to touch more, to trace a teasing little line wherever he can reach, but Sunjata pulls him in tight, trapping his wandering hand. Nate might not have the sensitivity required to feel the thundering heartbeat, but he can feel every other shift, the motion somehow even more obvious with the way he can summon stillness in an instant.
If he had things his way, they'd stay pressed until until he can feel the attuned tremble with the lack of breath. There's no fight in Nate when the kiss is broken though, the corners of his lips quirking back up as he feels the trail leading up to his ear. "I never said this was a punishment." He protests, hooking his legs around Sunjata's so he's that much more difficult to dislodge. Nate bumps his cheek against the other man, his hand moving again to trail along shoulders, pressing at older, faded bite marks and along ink lines as fancy struck. "You know... you're something special. To me." There's a short laugh with the admission, Nate shifting lower to kiss at Sunjata's neck, like he's trying to distract from what he's let himself say.
If he had things his way, they'd stay pressed until until he can feel the attuned tremble with the lack of breath. There's no fight in Nate when the kiss is broken though, the corners of his lips quirking back up as he feels the trail leading up to his ear. "I never said this was a punishment." He protests, hooking his legs around Sunjata's so he's that much more difficult to dislodge. Nate bumps his cheek against the other man, his hand moving again to trail along shoulders, pressing at older, faded bite marks and along ink lines as fancy struck. "You know... you're something special. To me." There's a short laugh with the admission, Nate shifting lower to kiss at Sunjata's neck, like he's trying to distract from what he's let himself say.
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
