SUNJATA
the flood
Friends helping friends out, that’s what it is. Remi had started it with the way he’d latched onto the Flood’s horns, stroking and playing and wrapping himself around him. As far as Sunjata’s concerned, it’s the only thing stopping them from certainly making their way home to a wedding he’s late for. It falls under the rules between Nate and him, and it’s obvious Sunjata can’t focus on a wedding when he can barely focus on making it home in the first place.
So he does everything he can to make sure they don’t tip, they don’t sink into the sands as Remi agrees. “Together.” He rumbles, ensuring that they’ll be more like otters holding hands to not float away from one another when this is over — but then Remi’s hand is on his cock and he shudders, a hum slipping from his throat as his fingers dig into Remi’s legs. He can feel the ghosting of the Lullaby’s tongue and his back arches, hips threatening to shift but he tries to remain flat, tries to remain that raft.
But then — Then the weight of Remi is lifted and through the blinding light he finds Ronin, hoisting Remi away. And for a long second he sighs a heavy whine through his nose — hearing what Ronin says as if it’s chiding. Should he be embarrassed? But wait, Ronin’s safe. He’s standing in the sand, and… why hadn’t he come to the rescue beforehand? He fidgets, sitting up in the sand, fumbling as he does try to pull his pants up, hissing against the dissatisfaction. “Ronin, have you been there the whole time?” He asks, panting through his fevered state, lifting a hand to block the sun from where he can see what appears to be Ronin in a halo of sunshine. “We were drowning.” He’s still drowning as far as he’s concerned.
So he does everything he can to make sure they don’t tip, they don’t sink into the sands as Remi agrees. “Together.” He rumbles, ensuring that they’ll be more like otters holding hands to not float away from one another when this is over — but then Remi’s hand is on his cock and he shudders, a hum slipping from his throat as his fingers dig into Remi’s legs. He can feel the ghosting of the Lullaby’s tongue and his back arches, hips threatening to shift but he tries to remain flat, tries to remain that raft.
But then — Then the weight of Remi is lifted and through the blinding light he finds Ronin, hoisting Remi away. And for a long second he sighs a heavy whine through his nose — hearing what Ronin says as if it’s chiding. Should he be embarrassed? But wait, Ronin’s safe. He’s standing in the sand, and… why hadn’t he come to the rescue beforehand? He fidgets, sitting up in the sand, fumbling as he does try to pull his pants up, hissing against the dissatisfaction. “Ronin, have you been there the whole time?” He asks, panting through his fevered state, lifting a hand to block the sun from where he can see what appears to be Ronin in a halo of sunshine. “We were drowning.” He’s still drowning as far as he’s concerned.
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.
