the sea speaks a little more honestly
Hotaru’s kiss is fiery and warm, the way she presses into him. It sparks more of that electricity he knows she has within her veins. And when he pulls away, seeking Nate’s lips, he acutely can hear Hotaru’s voice color the air between them as Nate pulls her in tighter. Hotaru’s hand at the back of his neck is welcome, and he pushes back against the splaying there, muscles flexing beneath her touch before Nate’s pulling away and mentioning that they should move. And there’s a part of him, much like with Hotaru, that wants to rebel against the idea. But Nate’s right in the end, and he concedes, with a parting kiss before pulling back so the Ascended can lift Hotaru.
There’s a breathy chuckle that leaves him at Hotaru’s beckoning, as if she’d have to try hard at all to get him where she wants him, so he obliges anyway going to guide them up the stairs. Already his blood is humming with anticipation, the excitement, the fire within what's all happened tonight and how distinctly right it all feels. He could get used to this, easily.
He reaches the bedroom, the top floor, lifting his shirt and abandoning it in a corner while Hotaru pulls Nate in for that long kiss. He slips up beside the two of them now, pressing a kiss to Nate’s neck as his lips are occupied, before pulling away when the Ascended goes to put Hotaru down in among the soft fabric of the bed, awash in furs and blankets to ward away whatever cold nights there were. His hand slips to Nate’s hips then, pulling the Ascended with him to the bed, a rogue smirk curling his features as he, too, goes to whisper in his ear, tugging at Nate’s shirt to remove and discard with his own. “wat is makliker vir jou?” He purrs quietly — letting Nate be the decision maker in this as he always is, giving into that submission that Nate draws from him so well (and Hotaru, from what Sunjata can tell). Sunjata is moldable, willing to be put wherever, willing to give whatever he can, giving in.
So he waits for a response, tugging Nate with him to the bed where Hotaru waits, body thrumming and vibrating in excitement.
wat is makliker vir jou? — what’s easier for you?
There’s a breathy chuckle that leaves him at Hotaru’s beckoning, as if she’d have to try hard at all to get him where she wants him, so he obliges anyway going to guide them up the stairs. Already his blood is humming with anticipation, the excitement, the fire within what's all happened tonight and how distinctly right it all feels. He could get used to this, easily.
He reaches the bedroom, the top floor, lifting his shirt and abandoning it in a corner while Hotaru pulls Nate in for that long kiss. He slips up beside the two of them now, pressing a kiss to Nate’s neck as his lips are occupied, before pulling away when the Ascended goes to put Hotaru down in among the soft fabric of the bed, awash in furs and blankets to ward away whatever cold nights there were. His hand slips to Nate’s hips then, pulling the Ascended with him to the bed, a rogue smirk curling his features as he, too, goes to whisper in his ear, tugging at Nate’s shirt to remove and discard with his own. “wat is makliker vir jou?” He purrs quietly — letting Nate be the decision maker in this as he always is, giving into that submission that Nate draws from him so well (and Hotaru, from what Sunjata can tell). Sunjata is moldable, willing to be put wherever, willing to give whatever he can, giving in.
So he waits for a response, tugging Nate with him to the bed where Hotaru waits, body thrumming and vibrating in excitement.
wat is makliker vir jou? — what’s easier for you?
to those who are willing to drown
SUNJATA
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.
