NATE
"No, no no no, if... if he finds us, you... I have to go." Despite the words, Nate doesn't move, doesn't pull away from the arms enveloping him, cradling him like he's something precious, something worthy of the embrace. "But... it's safe. We don't have to worry." As soon as he can't turn and see the door, it's as if it ceases to exist, along with the danger lurking just behind it.
Nate feels his body growing heavy with the gentle ministrations, in his hair, along his skin. "It's dangerous, you know." A gentle protestation, even after he's made his own declaration, as if mere words could stop the forces of love, could change the warmth between them. He sinks in deeper, pressing close and moving when Sunjata tugs him, his face pressed in close to the attuned's neck; just below his ear, just above his pulse, when they finally fall still again. "We don't?" There's a new tone in Nate's voice, a vulnerability that he's normally so much better at hiding, though he can't seem to control himself at the moment.
His one good eye slips closed, plunges him into a dark world of warmth and touch, and before him, beneath his teeth, there's a beat, a chorus that sings to him, that draws him close. Hands move over Sunjata, trying to paint the picture of a man from memory, ghosting over scars old and new as slowly, almost painfully so, Nate's mouth opens. He leans in. Let's his teeth pierce scarred skin, silvery spots a roadmap of all the times they've done this before, though the sudden sensation has never startled him so badly, never sent him pulling back so quickly, lips pressed in an 'o' of surprise, a splash of his lovers red colouring them.
Nate feels his body growing heavy with the gentle ministrations, in his hair, along his skin. "It's dangerous, you know." A gentle protestation, even after he's made his own declaration, as if mere words could stop the forces of love, could change the warmth between them. He sinks in deeper, pressing close and moving when Sunjata tugs him, his face pressed in close to the attuned's neck; just below his ear, just above his pulse, when they finally fall still again. "We don't?" There's a new tone in Nate's voice, a vulnerability that he's normally so much better at hiding, though he can't seem to control himself at the moment.
His one good eye slips closed, plunges him into a dark world of warmth and touch, and before him, beneath his teeth, there's a beat, a chorus that sings to him, that draws him close. Hands move over Sunjata, trying to paint the picture of a man from memory, ghosting over scars old and new as slowly, almost painfully so, Nate's mouth opens. He leans in. Let's his teeth pierce scarred skin, silvery spots a roadmap of all the times they've done this before, though the sudden sensation has never startled him so badly, never sent him pulling back so quickly, lips pressed in an 'o' of surprise, a splash of his lovers red colouring them.
The streets are only empty when I need someoneThere's nothing to see here, move along!
