[Training] what i see in the sea

SUNJATA

the flood

Wings sprout and already Sunjata’s so unsure of what’s going to happen next – when he manages to look into Remi’s eyes the moment the man somewhat lifts – wind blowing his sweat slicked curls around. There’s a heel that digs into his back and fingers diving into his shoulder that have him swallowing hard, a huff of a sound leaving him as his hands slip from Remi’s thigh now closer to the lullaby’s backside.

“Not sure it’s helping.” Sunjata begins, cut off immediately as Remi tries again and tugs on the horn – his head turning this way and that with the jockeying of his horn. He hisses again, the flood of warmth surging through him again, an aching presence as he tries to latch onto Remi. “Remi.” Comes the whine, the way he’s shifting his feet and letting those navy feathers sprout along his shoulders in long billowing swaths as if it might help Remi gain a bit more purchase.

It doesn’t help though, not as he can feel himself wanting to shred the clothes between them, wanting Remi to burn as brightly as he does. “Please.” He’s not sure what he’s saying please for – for Remi to stop or to continue, but either way it leaves his lips as a plea.

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