the sea speaks a little more honestly
It’s swift, the way Nate slips the remaining bit of cloth that keeps him from the rest of them. The relief is almost sigh worthy, but he waits until Hotaru’s settled her knees on either side of his face — wanting to give that small relief to her in the form of a slight tease. And when she goes to lower herself to him, he can’t help but to let the sigh out, to let it rake across the prize he seeks. At least Hotaru’s aware of how he works with this, familiar with the movements of his tongue even if they’re split now, each fork moving of their own free will.
His hand lowers down her side now, toward her thigh while the other trails those sharper claws down Nate’s tattooed chest as he straddles Sunjata’s hips, a low groan slipping from him with the sensation of it that vibrates in his tongue as he presses it into Hotaru’s folds, dragging and raking ever so gently along her clit — his grip at her thigh tightening ever so slightly when he feels the pair of both Hotaru’s hand and Nate’s splay along his chest. He can’t help the slight let buck of his hips, pairing it with a bit more intensity with his tongue — a faster, more playful edge to it, hot breath raking along her skin.
And then he abandons Hotaru’s thigh with that hand to drag it up again, cupping and squeezing a breast, a finger flickering across a perked nipple — prepared to drown himself.
His hand lowers down her side now, toward her thigh while the other trails those sharper claws down Nate’s tattooed chest as he straddles Sunjata’s hips, a low groan slipping from him with the sensation of it that vibrates in his tongue as he presses it into Hotaru’s folds, dragging and raking ever so gently along her clit — his grip at her thigh tightening ever so slightly when he feels the pair of both Hotaru’s hand and Nate’s splay along his chest. He can’t help the slight let buck of his hips, pairing it with a bit more intensity with his tongue — a faster, more playful edge to it, hot breath raking along her skin.
And then he abandons Hotaru’s thigh with that hand to drag it up again, cupping and squeezing a breast, a finger flickering across a perked nipple — prepared to drown himself.
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.
