– NATE –
Hands in his hair grow rougher, pull real groans and rumbles from Nate, even a growl as they cross the threshold of the bedroom, as he moves to set her down, more than a little unwillingly. Distraction comes immediately, in the form of Sunjata, the whispered Korofian between them. The cocky response he gets back from Sunjata has Nate grinning wide, his own teeth digging at his lip as a position lingers in his mind, igniting a fire in his belly, keeping his hands moving easily.
There is something utterly addicting at seeing the both of them stretched out together on the bed, a sight he wants to drink in now until he's sated, that he wants to indulge in again and again. Though it must seem for a moment like he's frozen, watching the way Hotaru strips down, fighting, almost unconsciously, against the hand in his hair. All at once, movement returns to him, and he pulls his hands away from the attuneds mouth, moves them instead to Hotaru's hips, helping to shift her over the waiting mouth, his vision becoming real easily, more satisfying like this than it had been in his head. All he wants to do is lean in, give in to the claws tracing over his shoulder now, reach out himself to let his hands roam over the newly revealed expanse of skin.
Instead, Nate fights to keep his head on his shoulders, to wrap his hands around the edge of Sunjata's shorts, pulling them down and discarding them the same way he had his shirt, offering Ru a bright smile as he did. His own shorts are discarded in the same graceless fashion, eyes sparkling. "This fair enough for you darling?" He murmurs, finally giving himself over to the feelings beginning to spark down his spine, the hunger coiling in his gut. A hand moves to Hotaru's face, holding her still so he can press their lips together in a hungry kiss, tongue pressing into her mouth as if to apologize for the earlier tease.
Without breaking the kiss, or shifting away from the hand, the claws still digging into his shoulder, Nate moves to straddle Sunjata's hips, his free hand tracing along the Korofian's chest, the map of scars and ink splashed over bronze skin.
There is something utterly addicting at seeing the both of them stretched out together on the bed, a sight he wants to drink in now until he's sated, that he wants to indulge in again and again. Though it must seem for a moment like he's frozen, watching the way Hotaru strips down, fighting, almost unconsciously, against the hand in his hair. All at once, movement returns to him, and he pulls his hands away from the attuneds mouth, moves them instead to Hotaru's hips, helping to shift her over the waiting mouth, his vision becoming real easily, more satisfying like this than it had been in his head. All he wants to do is lean in, give in to the claws tracing over his shoulder now, reach out himself to let his hands roam over the newly revealed expanse of skin.
Instead, Nate fights to keep his head on his shoulders, to wrap his hands around the edge of Sunjata's shorts, pulling them down and discarding them the same way he had his shirt, offering Ru a bright smile as he did. His own shorts are discarded in the same graceless fashion, eyes sparkling. "This fair enough for you darling?" He murmurs, finally giving himself over to the feelings beginning to spark down his spine, the hunger coiling in his gut. A hand moves to Hotaru's face, holding her still so he can press their lips together in a hungry kiss, tongue pressing into her mouth as if to apologize for the earlier tease.
Without breaking the kiss, or shifting away from the hand, the claws still digging into his shoulder, Nate moves to straddle Sunjata's hips, his free hand tracing along the Korofian's chest, the map of scars and ink splashed over bronze skin.
I’m in trouble for the things I haven’t got to yet
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
