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
The electricity certainly sparks something in Nate, a trembling that Sunjata can feel that have his wings shifting like a pulsing heartbeat, like a chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. The hold on his horn is abandoned as Nate’s hand roams, running along his face, to his jaw with a tight hold that has a low and pleased whine slipping past his lips. It sparks in him, more so when the hand slips to the throat with the blue glow that seems to try and fight its brightness against Nate’s hand blocking it out, Sunjata attempting to swallow hard but the pressure against his throat makes it impossible. As does the attempts for breath, shallow and small in comparison.
But he manages to latch onto Nate’s lower lip, a shudder coursing through him as Nate rocks up and against him, Sunjata leaning forward just enough that when Nate squeezes, Sunjata’s hardly got a breath in him when his husband’s teeth sink in. Only when Nate’s hand moves, only then does Sunjata manage to gasp his breath and pleasure, head tilting back, fingers tightening in Nate’s hair in a helpless attempt to tug and pull, body too overcome with sensations to make anything truly worthwhile.
Nate surges again and Sunjata falters, listening to the lover’s purr in his ear, throat crackling with energy as his lips part, another sharp gasp turned into a moan leaving him. How does he feel? He feels like he’s on fire, like he’s a string on a bow pulled tight enough that he might snap at any second. He doesn’t know how to articulate it, though, not as his husband takes care of him quite diligently. Something amusing comes to mind, about mentioning that he wouldn’t last a long time, surprised he’d made it this far in the first place, but his chin tilts up with it regardless. “Feel… Like fire.” He manages to pant, something throaty, something guttural in his inability to make sentences that are at least coherent. “Nate, I’m gonna –”
But he manages to latch onto Nate’s lower lip, a shudder coursing through him as Nate rocks up and against him, Sunjata leaning forward just enough that when Nate squeezes, Sunjata’s hardly got a breath in him when his husband’s teeth sink in. Only when Nate’s hand moves, only then does Sunjata manage to gasp his breath and pleasure, head tilting back, fingers tightening in Nate’s hair in a helpless attempt to tug and pull, body too overcome with sensations to make anything truly worthwhile.
Nate surges again and Sunjata falters, listening to the lover’s purr in his ear, throat crackling with energy as his lips part, another sharp gasp turned into a moan leaving him. How does he feel? He feels like he’s on fire, like he’s a string on a bow pulled tight enough that he might snap at any second. He doesn’t know how to articulate it, though, not as his husband takes care of him quite diligently. Something amusing comes to mind, about mentioning that he wouldn’t last a long time, surprised he’d made it this far in the first place, but his chin tilts up with it regardless. “Feel… Like fire.” He manages to pant, something throaty, something guttural in his inability to make sentences that are at least coherent. “Nate, I’m gonna –”
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.
