- NATE -
Creature of elusiveness
Nightlife exclusive fix
Nightlife exclusive fix
At least they were dragging all this crap somewhere close. A grin plays over Nate’s face as he’s reached for, pulled in, his brows rising at the words. ”I have a lot of ideas that involve just you, dikbek.” He replies brightly, turning back just long enough to offer a wink towards Jack, his face smug. Though, it’s a little unexpected how well his thoughts and Sunjatas idea align.
The bite is quick, followed up with a kiss to the spot, Nate trying to keep his hands from roaming like he wants to, to be the sturdy force the other man needs to catch his breath. As soon as he’s settled, Nate steps away, still unused enough to shifting fully that he wants the extra space for it. There’s no fight put up a when it comes to the harnessing, and before long he’s dragging the bundle of crap through the streets, stopping before the newer, nicer location.
He doesn’t even bother waiting for help, shifting back into himself and letting the straps for the harness fall where they will, arms reaching out to wrap around Sunjatas hips as he comes close. Though Nate keeps the horns, liking the way they feel, they way they make him, fairly or not, the tallest in the group. He gets back to work, unloading the crates in the same haphazard way he’d brought them out in the first place, setting things down at random out front of the new space. They’d said moved not organized, right?
The bite is quick, followed up with a kiss to the spot, Nate trying to keep his hands from roaming like he wants to, to be the sturdy force the other man needs to catch his breath. As soon as he’s settled, Nate steps away, still unused enough to shifting fully that he wants the extra space for it. There’s no fight put up a when it comes to the harnessing, and before long he’s dragging the bundle of crap through the streets, stopping before the newer, nicer location.
He doesn’t even bother waiting for help, shifting back into himself and letting the straps for the harness fall where they will, arms reaching out to wrap around Sunjatas hips as he comes close. Though Nate keeps the horns, liking the way they feel, they way they make him, fairly or not, the tallest in the group. He gets back to work, unloading the crates in the same haphazard way he’d brought them out in the first place, setting things down at random out front of the new space. They’d said moved not organized, right?
Tourniquets of velvet ropes
My four-finger crucifix
My four-finger crucifix
