SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
If there’s one thing Sunjata can focus on right now, it’s the electricity sparking in his veins, the overwhelming sensation that numbs everything else. It numbs the frustration of the earlier part of the evening. It numbs the pain and bruising to his body. It numbs whatever hurt is harbored in his heart for having not told Nate about the fight earlier than now. And there’s this connection yet again, the intensity of it after what had felt like ages since Nate’s been alive and wild like he is tonight. It takes Sunjata by surprise, the overwhelming sensation growing brighter in his veins and his body, but as he said earlier, he’d do anything for Nate. If he wanted to drink him dry, Sunjata would let him.
The steady control is lost, and Sunjata’s simply along for the ride, bodies pressed close and throaty moans slipping from his throat, sweat beading up on tattooed skin as Nate grabs one clawed hand and pins him down. There’s no fight in Sunjata, none to challenge and try to be that rebellious soul he is deep down. All of this goes on instinct, while his head remains dizzy between the alcohol and the fangs buried in his neck. He’s easy to maneuver, to shift wherever Nate wants him to be, primal desire driving him to hissing in an odd mix between need and want.
Nate’s hips only add to the frustration that keeps him fully from his lover, and the most he can do with his mind entirely occupied is to press his hips back up against Nate, hoping it’s enough to slip the boxers off, to relieve at least that pressure of the bulge within. “Now fuck me.” A throaty growl, the only thing he can think or do. The claws at Nate’s shoulders move to his spine, digging in now as he trembles and shudders – absolutely unable to do anything else while his mind swirls.
The steady control is lost, and Sunjata’s simply along for the ride, bodies pressed close and throaty moans slipping from his throat, sweat beading up on tattooed skin as Nate grabs one clawed hand and pins him down. There’s no fight in Sunjata, none to challenge and try to be that rebellious soul he is deep down. All of this goes on instinct, while his head remains dizzy between the alcohol and the fangs buried in his neck. He’s easy to maneuver, to shift wherever Nate wants him to be, primal desire driving him to hissing in an odd mix between need and want.
Nate’s hips only add to the frustration that keeps him fully from his lover, and the most he can do with his mind entirely occupied is to press his hips back up against Nate, hoping it’s enough to slip the boxers off, to relieve at least that pressure of the bulge within. “Now fuck me.” A throaty growl, the only thing he can think or do. The claws at Nate’s shoulders move to his spine, digging in now as he trembles and shudders – absolutely unable to do anything else while his mind swirls.
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
