sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine
A rough moan ripped through Nate as the electric connection of the bite flowed through him again, his first taste only making him more desperate to not let go. Maybe, if that was it, if it was the feeling in a vacuum, he could control himself, could tell that this was too far, that he needed to pull away. It wasn’t though. Claws drag up his side, dig into his shoulders, holding him down while Sunjata presses up.
For once, that carefully held thread of control is gone, washed out of Nate’s hands, the words that breathe out of the attuned the final wave washing over him, sending him out untethered into dizzying waters.
A hand moves to grab the claws running up his side, Nate pinning the arm against the bed instead. He shifts around, easily now, settling between the attuned’s legs properly while his other hand drags down, squeezing at a hip as a detour before fingers press into Sunjata’s waistband. Nate’s own hips keep moving, keep rolling into the other man, a frantic prelude to his urges.
For once, that carefully held thread of control is gone, washed out of Nate’s hands, the words that breathe out of the attuned the final wave washing over him, sending him out untethered into dizzying waters.
A hand moves to grab the claws running up his side, Nate pinning the arm against the bed instead. He shifts around, easily now, settling between the attuned’s legs properly while his other hand drags down, squeezing at a hip as a detour before fingers press into Sunjata’s waistband. Nate’s own hips keep moving, keep rolling into the other man, a frantic prelude to his urges.
i couldn't get the boy to kill me
but i wore his jacket for the longest time
NATE
