SUNJATA
the flood
There’s a moment of pause, a realization that Remi isn’t getting it, the way the man’s hand continues to roam around dark horns tipped in gold. His own hand slips and Remi’s moving again, a lurching sensation in his stomach as he aches, a shuddering exhale given as suddenly Remi’s wrapped very tight around him. Heat floods off him in waves now, and his head tilts back to look at Remi and the closeness between them.
“How…?” He wants to ask how it’s going to work, but he can’t, too distracted by the tightness of his pants, the way he’s now pressed against Remi in all sorts of heat inducing ways. But he tries anyway, navy wings flaring and connecting his arms to his back, long feathers sweeping against the ground as he flexes his elbows and loses his footing as Remi pushes them upwards. He stumbled forward, arm-wings flaring — hands grasping at Remi’s lower back, hips shifting his ‘third horn’ forward against Remi’s leg now. He hisses under his breath.
“Remi.” It comes out throaty and rough, a quiet inhale as he can’t help but to try and press his face into Remi’s own stubbled cheek. “Fucking hell.” He curses, feathers flaring along his shoulders, horns still spiraled as he fights himself and tries to remain upright, clinging to Remi.
“How…?” He wants to ask how it’s going to work, but he can’t, too distracted by the tightness of his pants, the way he’s now pressed against Remi in all sorts of heat inducing ways. But he tries anyway, navy wings flaring and connecting his arms to his back, long feathers sweeping against the ground as he flexes his elbows and loses his footing as Remi pushes them upwards. He stumbled forward, arm-wings flaring — hands grasping at Remi’s lower back, hips shifting his ‘third horn’ forward against Remi’s leg now. He hisses under his breath.
“Remi.” It comes out throaty and rough, a quiet inhale as he can’t help but to try and press his face into Remi’s own stubbled cheek. “Fucking hell.” He curses, feathers flaring along his shoulders, horns still spiraled as he fights himself and tries to remain upright, clinging to Remi.
hard drugs, fake love; it's a sensation
makes one hell of a collaboration
makes one hell of a collaboration
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.
