sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine
There are few things that could distract Nate away from the sensation coursing through him, from the blissful taste and feeling of the bite, and one of them had just slipped from between his lovers lips, changing his priorities quickly. He might not feel the physical need anymore, but he still couldn't resist indulging others. Indulging Sunjata, specifically.
He manages to do more things in a moment than even he really expected, pulling back and shifting, despite the claws that dig into his back, Nate moving too quickly to give the other man a chance to move with him. Fingers grab at Sunjata's waistband, pulling down everything roughly, without concern for the fabric, how it might pull. The wrist pinned against the bed is released, Nate's eyes staring at the hand, wondering if just his gaze will be enough to keep it pinned, or if it will reach out towards him. His newly empty hand rises to his lips, a sharp tooth opening a spot on his thumb so he can spread fluid over his fingers.
Nate settles again, low enough between his lovers legs that he can easily press kisses, and teasing nips to Sunjata's hips, his thighs. One hand stretches up, reaching to guide the claws back to Nate's shoulders, while the other wraps around the attuned's cock, fluid slick fingers stroking easily, languidly. The touch only lasts a moment though, a prelude, a touch more foreplay, before the hand falls away, falls lower, pressing against Sunjata's ass. There's a moment of hesitation, of actual conscious thought in Nate, before he looks up, trying to find steel eyes. He presses his finger in, just a little bit, enough to try and give something to get used to before he presses in more. And there's another moment of hesitation, Nate wanting to be in the moment completely for this newest first.
He manages to do more things in a moment than even he really expected, pulling back and shifting, despite the claws that dig into his back, Nate moving too quickly to give the other man a chance to move with him. Fingers grab at Sunjata's waistband, pulling down everything roughly, without concern for the fabric, how it might pull. The wrist pinned against the bed is released, Nate's eyes staring at the hand, wondering if just his gaze will be enough to keep it pinned, or if it will reach out towards him. His newly empty hand rises to his lips, a sharp tooth opening a spot on his thumb so he can spread fluid over his fingers.
Nate settles again, low enough between his lovers legs that he can easily press kisses, and teasing nips to Sunjata's hips, his thighs. One hand stretches up, reaching to guide the claws back to Nate's shoulders, while the other wraps around the attuned's cock, fluid slick fingers stroking easily, languidly. The touch only lasts a moment though, a prelude, a touch more foreplay, before the hand falls away, falls lower, pressing against Sunjata's ass. There's a moment of hesitation, of actual conscious thought in Nate, before he looks up, trying to find steel eyes. He presses his finger in, just a little bit, enough to try and give something to get used to before he presses in more. And there's another moment of hesitation, Nate wanting to be in the moment completely for this newest first.
i couldn't get the boy to kill me
but i wore his jacket for the longest time
NATE
