NATE
A surge of adrenaline overtakes Nate as he pounces, the rush familiar, igniting the same place in his mind a bite did, without the accompanying surge of pleasure. Claws dig into feathers and flesh, and he scrabbles, reaching to tear away more, to incapacitate the animal completely. Excitement and inexperience both work against him, the ramphire slipping away from him, only to be barrelled over by Sunjata.
Nate hasn’t noticed the tumble, doesn’t understand the undercurrent of embarrassment under the words, but he doesn’t have nearly enough room in his head to actually think about it. Not when he was filled with such a rush of euphoria. The feeling leaks through the bond instead of words, Nate rising from where he’s skidded to the ground to press against Sunjata.
Big paws rise up against his fiancés shoulders, Nate trying to push him over and flop on top of him all in one motion. It might not be the most appropriate, over the fresh Caracas of their prey, but Nate couldn’t help himself, couldn’t help his need for closeness.
Nate hasn’t noticed the tumble, doesn’t understand the undercurrent of embarrassment under the words, but he doesn’t have nearly enough room in his head to actually think about it. Not when he was filled with such a rush of euphoria. The feeling leaks through the bond instead of words, Nate rising from where he’s skidded to the ground to press against Sunjata.
Big paws rise up against his fiancés shoulders, Nate trying to push him over and flop on top of him all in one motion. It might not be the most appropriate, over the fresh Caracas of their prey, but Nate couldn’t help himself, couldn’t help his need for closeness.
Let’s admit, without apology,
what we do to each other
what we do to each other
