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
He manages to pull Nate back briefly, long enough to catch a gasping breath before Nate’s diving in again and Sunjata’s body tenses and trembles again. Goosebumps follow the trail of Nate’s hand down his back, lingering in the wake of the red lines that rise along his skin, but the hand at his horn remains and Sunjata tries again to push against it when the Ascended pulls back to kiss along wounds, to leave his mark on Sunjata’s throat.
The crooning has a low panting him leaving him, the fingers that dip below his waistband met with an aching, trembling, hard need for freedom and release. But Nate’s wound him all up, has him panting and drowning, fingers tightening in his husbands hair again, his other hand trailing down Nate’s back where claws are applying a fair amount of pressure. “Wha— Ah.” Comes Sunjata’s attempt at a question when Nate’s hips roll into him, a shuddering and sharp inhale offered before he tries to continue. “What do you want?” It’s throaty, rough, deep, before Nate’s biting down again.
And Sunjata burns again and again, a louder moan slipping from him, echoing again like a chime, hands tugging at Nate’s hair, body twitching and trembling with the sensation, claws digging in. So he tries again, tries to push against the hand holding his horn steadfast, tries to pull Nate’s head back just enough that he might be able to recover again, however brief. “Please, Nate—”
The crooning has a low panting him leaving him, the fingers that dip below his waistband met with an aching, trembling, hard need for freedom and release. But Nate’s wound him all up, has him panting and drowning, fingers tightening in his husbands hair again, his other hand trailing down Nate’s back where claws are applying a fair amount of pressure. “Wha— Ah.” Comes Sunjata’s attempt at a question when Nate’s hips roll into him, a shuddering and sharp inhale offered before he tries to continue. “What do you want?” It’s throaty, rough, deep, before Nate’s biting down again.
And Sunjata burns again and again, a louder moan slipping from him, echoing again like a chime, hands tugging at Nate’s hair, body twitching and trembling with the sensation, claws digging in. So he tries again, tries to push against the hand holding his horn steadfast, tries to pull Nate’s head back just enough that he might be able to recover again, however brief. “Please, Nate—”
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.
