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
There’s something predatory and blood heating in what slips from Nate’s mouth, sickness or not, and it has goosebumps rising along his skin both in part with the bite that laces through his system. It’s cut short, a whine slipping from Sunjata as he pauses, chest heaving for breath, Nate’s saccharine question whispered into his ear as he can feel the warmth of blood trickling and smearing along his skin.
And in this moment of stillness, he has two thoughts that race through his mind. One of them, being to remain and let Nate take over and take control again and again. The second one, being another challenge. Stillness doesn’t last long as Nate’s hands are moving again, his body reacting and boot scuffing for purchase along the glossy floor, luckily still pinned hard against the wall. His hand in Nate’s hair shifts to his husband’s neck, the other that roams down Nate’s back digs his claws into Nate’s hip, a claw dipping below the waistband.
And he manages to find some sort of footing, something that has him pushing past the pleasure that tells him to stay still, to do as Nate wishes, to surge forward against the hold on his horn and press a kiss to Nate’s neck, a playful bite with sharp teeth. “Tear me apart.” It’s a rushed, lovers purr as the fabric frees him and a hum of approval leaves him in a panting breath. “Make me.” ‘Need just you.’ He tries to imply, hips pushing into Nate as if to prove how much desperation he has in the form of a flushed warm body pressed against a black wall, an aching cock demanding all attention.
And in this moment of stillness, he has two thoughts that race through his mind. One of them, being to remain and let Nate take over and take control again and again. The second one, being another challenge. Stillness doesn’t last long as Nate’s hands are moving again, his body reacting and boot scuffing for purchase along the glossy floor, luckily still pinned hard against the wall. His hand in Nate’s hair shifts to his husband’s neck, the other that roams down Nate’s back digs his claws into Nate’s hip, a claw dipping below the waistband.
And he manages to find some sort of footing, something that has him pushing past the pleasure that tells him to stay still, to do as Nate wishes, to surge forward against the hold on his horn and press a kiss to Nate’s neck, a playful bite with sharp teeth. “Tear me apart.” It’s a rushed, lovers purr as the fabric frees him and a hum of approval leaves him in a panting breath. “Make me.” ‘Need just you.’ He tries to imply, hips pushing into Nate as if to prove how much desperation he has in the form of a flushed warm body pressed against a black wall, an aching cock demanding all attention.
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.
