NERON
the hailstorm
They will see - sooner rather than later, as it so happens. Neron chuckles against the side of Sunjata’s neck as he presses him away from the place he’s been told not to go, the Hailstorm fighting the urge to roll his eyes. There’s no point, really - not when he’s already being guided somewhere much more interesting. ”I think it was something long the lines of... ah, fuck,” he whispers in response, because that is what he’s just said, in fairness.
The hand against his shoulder guides him down, and steel meets steel just for a second as if Neron’s going to defy the other man, but eventually he slides himself down the length of Jata’s body, long fingers already making short work of belt buckle and buttons. Once he’s settled on his knees, he puts his teeth to work again - this time in places he’s quite certain he’s allowed to be. Sharp canines graze down over the curve of hips, the soft flesh beneath the navel, and if Neron’s being infuriatingly slow, it’s for good reason.
This is a new exploration for him, and Jata is easy on the eyes (a revelation that’s as stunning to Neron in this new context as anything else) - he’s going to take his time.
The hand against his shoulder guides him down, and steel meets steel just for a second as if Neron’s going to defy the other man, but eventually he slides himself down the length of Jata’s body, long fingers already making short work of belt buckle and buttons. Once he’s settled on his knees, he puts his teeth to work again - this time in places he’s quite certain he’s allowed to be. Sharp canines graze down over the curve of hips, the soft flesh beneath the navel, and if Neron’s being infuriatingly slow, it’s for good reason.
This is a new exploration for him, and Jata is easy on the eyes (a revelation that’s as stunning to Neron in this new context as anything else) - he’s going to take his time.
