SUNJATA
the flood
i'll use you as a warning sign
that if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind
that if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind
“In… A dark, dangerous kind of way.” He murmurs, stumbling only once as Nate’s hands continue to roam, heat flaring along his neck and cheeks. Still, as Nate continues, Sunjata can’t help but to mix their conversations — entirely distracted by his husband, entirely distracted by being pinned against the wall, distracted by the hand that lifts to a horn that has him almost whimpering in anticipation as his chin tilts up. “I’m not sure… That I can last a long time.” He trails off a bit, a sound slipping from him as Nate presses in harder, as Sunjata’s hips drive forward into his husband.
There’s a moment where he holds his breath, awaiting the familiar sensation that arises beneath his ear — but when it doesn’t come, when it feels like Nate’s drawing it out and toying him, his hands shift from Nate’s chest and shoulders to roam along his back and fist into his hair, the Ascended’s uncertain sound met with a whine of his own. He doesn’t know why Nate waits, can’t remember the time that he’d passed out during the sickness, and even if he did he wouldn’t want to stop this just yet.
He is greedy, after all. And so his head tilts a bit more, pressing into the hand at his horn, offering more of his neck up for Nate to take, a trembling and shuddering sound leaving him in an exhale. “Nate.” It’s almost a please, certainly a plea. A need.
There’s a moment where he holds his breath, awaiting the familiar sensation that arises beneath his ear — but when it doesn’t come, when it feels like Nate’s drawing it out and toying him, his hands shift from Nate’s chest and shoulders to roam along his back and fist into his hair, the Ascended’s uncertain sound met with a whine of his own. He doesn’t know why Nate waits, can’t remember the time that he’d passed out during the sickness, and even if he did he wouldn’t want to stop this just yet.
He is greedy, after all. And so his head tilts a bit more, pressing into the hand at his horn, offering more of his neck up for Nate to take, a trembling and shuddering sound leaving him in an exhale. “Nate.” It’s almost a please, certainly a plea. A need.
and i'll use you as a focal point
so i don't lose sight of what i want
so i don't lose sight of what i want
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.
