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 doesn’t last long, not with Nate’s ability to keep him burning. His name on his husband’s tongue adds to more of that sensation, of shudders running up and down his spine. But there’s the permission at the end of it, Sunjata’s heart thundering as he tries to prolong it, that when he’s allowed to, he lets it course through him like a dam breaking.
Nate bites down again on the other side of his neck and there’s little Sunjata can do to keep himself contained. The wings falter, trembling and contracting in time with his breathing, but he lets the orgasm rock through his system, burning and satisfying in a way that Sunjata can’t remember immediately. Something incoherent leaves him in a hissed out moan, clinging to Nate as it shocks through his system again and again, the blue glow in his throat disappearing and revealing the bruises in their dark red hues.
And then as Nate curls around him, Sunjata shifts, wings keeping that little cocoon of space around them as he nuzzles into Nate. He’s forgotten why they’d initially made the climb back up here, but it doesn’t seem to matter, not as his slit steel gaze opens to scan Nate’s face again, fingers playing with dark curls. And then he remember’s Nate’s sickness, his head nestling in closer again. “How do you feel?” Comes the breathless question.
Nate bites down again on the other side of his neck and there’s little Sunjata can do to keep himself contained. The wings falter, trembling and contracting in time with his breathing, but he lets the orgasm rock through his system, burning and satisfying in a way that Sunjata can’t remember immediately. Something incoherent leaves him in a hissed out moan, clinging to Nate as it shocks through his system again and again, the blue glow in his throat disappearing and revealing the bruises in their dark red hues.
And then as Nate curls around him, Sunjata shifts, wings keeping that little cocoon of space around them as he nuzzles into Nate. He’s forgotten why they’d initially made the climb back up here, but it doesn’t seem to matter, not as his slit steel gaze opens to scan Nate’s face again, fingers playing with dark curls. And then he remember’s Nate’s sickness, his head nestling in closer again. “How do you feel?” Comes the breathless question.
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.
