(SE) talk some sense to me

SUNJATA

the flood

i'll use you as a warning sign
that if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind

He manages to surprise Nate, the electricity doing its job, and there’s a brief sigh of accomplishment that slips past his lips as Nate pauses – some sort of moment of bated breath trapped in his glowing throat. But then Nate moves, and Sunjata’s utterly helpless in moving any different way, flush against Nate and sinking lower and lower, readjusted as Nate chooses. His hands move then, abandoning to fit his arms around his husband’s shoulders, head tilting into the hand that cradles his head. But then the Ascended’s hands are at his hips and he hums a low, crackling sound with the electricity in his throat, wings flaring as Nate adjusts his pants in a difficult way.

His head lowers slightly, briefly, as the shudder racks through his system when Nate wraps his hand around his cock again, a pace picked and steadily rising that has the blood pumping faster and harder in his veins. And the next second, before Sunjata has a chance to try and readjust, Nate’s jerking his head up by a horn, a growl leaving him before it’s cut off with a long and deep kiss, crashed together, in a way that should be likely painful if it weren’t for the thing Sunjata craved at the moment.

Of course, the surprise adds a bit more of that lightning to travel up his throat again, to transfer to Nate as the kiss prolongs, teeth trying to snag at Nate’s lower lip, wings slipping forward to try and encase them in a warm darkness with blue crackling light again.

and i'll use you as a focal point
so i don't lose sight of what i want