swallow my doubts away
NAAAAATE
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
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#15
darling, can't you see?
I'm a broken man with addictive tendencies
It’s a rare thing for Nate to be the one that backs down and lets Sunjata take over. But gods it’s been so long since he’s even been in this position. For a split second as he sends a small spark to Nate, he has to remember what it’s like — pulling away as his husband’s words filter through the bond before they’re made audible, Sunjata’s gaze scanning over Nate’s face with a smug, rogue smirk.

It almost hurts the attuned with how much he craves of the Ascended. How much he wants this, how much he wants him. The spark is just a nice addition, an ability that Sunjata might be able to give Nate back something for everything the Ascended has opened up for him.

And it works, it works

Well enough that Sunjata’s crashing into Nate, lips colliding in a far hungrier kiss than he’d anticipated, teeth sharp edged that graze at Nate’s lower lip. The wings lower their pressure on Nate’s wrists while Sunjata’s hands roam again, shifting down the sides of the Ascended to tug at the shirt — the predatory side of him wanting nothing more than to shred it off, but restraining. I want to light you up. It’s a hoarse, honey soaked purr that lilts his voice. The way you set me on fire. Will you let me? Before Nate can respond, Sunjata’s sending another small spark across the kiss.
and I think I love you
SUNJATA
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#16
you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
Hungry lips crash into him, and Nate meets them eagerly, pressing up as much as he can, all tongue and teeth and long groans as thin lines of bleeding fluid are opened on his lips. He barely registers the tugging at his shirt at first, too wrapped up in everything else. Without a shred of the same restraint Sunjata practices, Nate rips off the still damp bit of clothing, the sound both too loud in the room, and muted by the storm raging outside the windows, and between their bodies.

Another strike surges from his lips into him, lancing through his chest until Nate swears he feels his heart jump, some sluggish alarm staring a wanting buzz in the back of his head, in his ears. Of course, of course, of course. The words overlap, a moan, a purr, a growl, matching the arching body and the fluttering eyes. Even when the bi-toned eyes find the attuned’s face again, they’re hazy, slow to focus. Whatever you want sonskyn. It’s more than Nate’s ever offered anyone before. He wonders if Sunjata knows how much it means. He wonders if he really knows how much it means.

Hands tug out from under the wings, finally taking advantage of the slackened grip so they can twist in Sunjata’s hair, so Nate can drag heavy fingers up his husbands spine. As personal as the attuned bond is, there’s something else entirely in the needy groan of Nate’s voice, the way they almost get caught in his throat while he tries to tease. ”What are you waiting for?”
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
Sunjata Wrenzaok
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#17
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darling, can't you see?
I'm a broken man with addictive tendencies
It isn’t so bad, really, not as Nate gives in just as much, the shirt ripping away from tattooed skin. His hands roam, claws dragging along Nate’s sides, a spark shot to Nate’s lips, the sound from his husband coming across the attuned bond again with such a primal need that Sunjata can’t help the deep growl that slips from his throat, can’t help the hand that slips beneath the way Nate’s body arches against his.

He pulls back just enough to spy the glaze to his husbands gaze, a sort of pride that races down his spine with Nate’s fingertips chasing after them. A shivering breath leaves him as Nate’s words are heard, a sudden stillness overcoming him, searching Nate’s face for the lie. He doesn’t find it, and he takes it for what it is. He takes charge, even if it feels like a seesaw ready to give way the moment Nate changes his mind. It’s still enough to have his blood rushing, his mind vibrating with possibilities.

For now, though, that smirk flashes along his face again, lips shimmering with a hint of a pearlescent sheen. “For you to ask.” Not entirely, but he bluffs it anyway — having waited for the permission regardless, because he always does. The wings flare now, for balance mostly, Sunjata shifting to sit up a bit more and readjust himself and Nate, tugging the Ascended up with him. His lips find Nate’s neck, pressing more of those marking kisses to the column of pale skin while his hands move further down, fingers tucking into the waistband of Nate’s pants toward the front, hastily removing whatever stands in his way before moving to work on his own.
and I think I love you
SUNJATA
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#18
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you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
It’s not quite hesitation that seizes Nate, as he relinquishes control, but it’s not not hesitation either. It’s new, uncharted territory, and there’s no one hed rather hand the reins over to, no one he trusts more to touch him, no one else he would trust to make him feel anything. Instead of offering any of his worry on his face, a grin spreads over his lips, eager and expectant.

A deep rumble of laughter rings through Nate’s chest as he’s pulled up, moving where his husband wants almost too easily. Never before has this been a place he’s let himself be in, but it feels right with Sunjata, rolling his hips as hands dip into his pants, letting his head dip to the side to offer easier access to his throat. That doesn’t mean there aren’t slips, things he does automatically, his hands in the way of the attuned’s when it comes to his own bottoms.

We do we go from here, darling? One of Nate’s hands has taken up its place in Sunjata’s hair again, dull nails dragging against the attuned’s scalp, while the other hovers around his hips, fingers all but aching to dip between his husbands legs, to flip this table and satisfy the both of them. Self restraint has never exactly come easily, but in this case, excitement outweighs burning want, even if the feel continues to pour from Nate.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
Sunjata Wrenzaok
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#19
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darling, can't you see?
I'm a broken man with addictive tendencies
It’s a surprise, the way Nate’s so easily moved. He expects to find some resistance, some pull back, some attempt to make Sunjata work for it despite the clear need that flushes his cheeks, his neck, arises that flame in his gut that Nate knows just how to sate. A low hum leaves him with the roll of Nate’s hips, managing to remove the clothes that separate them despite the tangle of limbs and wings they are. Lips find their way to Nate’s neck again; relinquishing control for removing his own shorts, quite incapable of stopping himself from rolling his own hips too — greed getting the best of him.

But when all the clothes are removed, Sunjata finds his head tilting slightly into the brush of fingers against his scalp, pulling away from the space he’s claimed on Nate’s neck, silver eyes focusing on finding a steel and blue one peering back. “Remember that day on the isles?” It’s a breathy, deep purr, a slight smirk crossing his face, sharpened teeth revealed with the motion. He remembers that day, the one of when Sunjata had become the Arbiter, when they had found those hatched eggs of the sea turtles, when he’d wrapped himself around Nate in his snake form, and lastly when there was nothing left around but the stars and the moon when Nate had showed him just another way to drive him insane and over the edge.

He doesn’t particularly wait for a response this time, however, having the reins as he does. He pulls the two of them further back so that Sunjata might rest with his back and his wings against the headboard of the bed, the wings that curve in to drag their tips against Nate’s back while Sunjata readjusts the Ascended to settle in his lap against the hard aching length of him, clawed hands digging into the hollows of Nate’s hips. That is where we go from here, skatjie. His gaze glitters with a hint of mischief, pressing up to land a sparking nip of a bite to the space between Nate’s collarbones, still relinquishing a bit of that control over to Nate should he have a better idea.

Though Sunjata finds he certainly prefers the view of this far more, cocooned in their own darkness and blue glow.
and I think I love you
SUNJATA
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#20
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you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
”How could I forget it?” The night spent together on a private moonlit beach had marked a handful of firsts, doors long passed over over finally found, unlocked. Perhaps not opened, not all of them, but it marked another moment where things had shifted between them, their bond cementing itself deeper.

And, of course, Nate had ridden Sunjata on the beach almost until neither of them could function.

They shift, Nate more than happy to let himself be positioned as his husband wants, wings wrapping around them in a warm close cocoon that seems to soothe something deep in the ascended, something he hadn’t known was aching. Control seems to teeter between them, and though he is happy to follow after Sunjata’s lead, Nate can’t resist rolling his hips again, more insistent, more inviting this time.

For a moment, something warm and smug manages to live on Nate’s face, before the latest spark rushes through him, lighting things up that haven’t been touched in far too long. Some deep down part of him swears he feels his heart skip.

More than sensation though, it fills Nate with a desperation, his hands moving to Sunjata’s shoulders, bending him almost in half so he can press a desperate, messy kiss to his husband. Fingers curl in the short crop of the other mans hair, keeping them close together while needy sounds pour out of him and into Sunjata. Teeth that have for the moment been kept away threaten the attuned’s lips, ignored for a moment longer, awaiting permission, a game that can only be kept up so long before Nate snaps and simply takes what he wants, what he needs.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
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#21
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darling, can't you see?
I'm a broken man with addictive tendencies
It’s the answer he’s glad to have – a day that so many things had changed, a rebirth as it were. And now that they’re on the same page, Sunjata can adjust and shift Nate, wings wrapped around him in their own makeshift cocoon of warm darkness – sounds of a slight hiss slipping from him when Nate’s hips roll again. It only ignites more of that greediness within the Attuned, that need to take. So he manages, pressing forward to land a sparking bite to Nate’s skin, a smirk blossoming against his husband’s body as he feels it rack through him.

The smirk remains when Nate’s hands move to his shoulders, head tilting up so that they collide in a rather loud and messy kiss – those teeth threatening to undo Sunjata the moment Nate bites. So it’s perhaps a bit hasty, the way that Sunjata surges further forward, nipping at Nate’s lip instead. Not yet. It’s a guttural, hoarse demand shot down the bond with a surprising sharpness to the Attuned as it reverberates in his mind.

But he has a plan, and the second Nate bites it will all disappear.

Still, he knows what those teeth can do, and he’d be lying if his heart didn’t stutter for the outcome of it, rushing him along in said plans as he perhaps a bit roughly – additional pressure given in – finally lifts Nate just enough that they align. All Sunjata’s focus a mix between primal senses and the predatory dragon shift that lingers in his skin. The hand at Nate’s hip guides him, the other dragging claws up along Nate’s tattooed side until he can latch onto his husband’s shoulder.

And the next series of things that occur are all done in such a way that Sunjata hopes he can get his husband to feel at least somewhat close to how the Attuned does. The kiss deepens, the claws dig into Nate’s shoulder, his hips buck upward hoping to drive himself into Nate, and he lets loose a slightly stronger shock between them through his uneven breaths, only now relinquishing a grasp of his steeled mind, his hold for the electricity of Nate's own bite.
and I think I love you
SUNJATA
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#22
you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
Not yet, not yet. A whine leaves Nate, overwhelming need bubbling up in him far quicker than he expects. This is the first time he’s actually tried to restrain himself though, the first time he hasn’t simply indulged as the urge grabbed him. His threatening teeth are pressed back by Sunjata’s,

It’s difficult to explain the tug and pull going on in Nate’s chests the way he’s in control, but not, the way he’s desperate for this, needier than he’s ever been, but not. Nate wants to lean into it, wants to enjoy himself, wants to be told what to do, for the moment. Sunjata’s hands move along his body, and he simply groans, and moves where they tug him. He rises up when prompted, anticipation making parts of him tremble, though there’s still steel in the words that trickle through the bond, wrapped up in a teasing tone. Don’t keep me waiting Sunny, please.

So much happens at once; the dull prick of claws in his side, the white hot spark of lighting pressed between his lips, the sudden stretch and fullness of Sunjata inside him. Each sensation melds, twisting with the others into a single throb that seems to fill him, that almost manages to brush the intensity of the bite. So close that a helpless gasp leaves the ascended, his eyes fluttering.

This is a high he has to chase, even if at first the slow backwards tip of his head must seem like an invitation, it’s all a front, a distraction, before he presses in close again, finding his favoured spot without hesitation. A heavy kiss is pressed against Sunjata’s skin before teeth sink in, the final spark needed to light up the powder keg of want that he’s become.

One hand has stayed twisted in Sunjata’s hair this whole time, while the other moves now, fingers twisting against the shark scarred skin of the attuned’s ribs. They don’t remain, rising to clutch his shoulder instead, unsung it as leverage so Nate can move, rising up and grinding back down, his groans pressed into Sunjata’s skin instead of into his mouth.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
Sunjata Wrenzaok
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#23
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darling, can't you see?
I'm a broken man with addictive tendencies
He doesn’t keep Nate waiting, not for long. As soon as the request is shot down the bond, Sunjata lets loose the flood within him, the multitude of things that happen all at once, hoping and praying for a bright reaction. And it works, the way Sunjata buries himself into Nate, the way his husband’s head tilts back, the way that gasp slips from his lips. It’s enough that a growl leaves Sunjata, one of quiet approval and perhaps a spark of amusement, watching with lust simmering steels at the way Nate appears to open himself up again.

Only it’s not entirely true, now is it? And it’s a thrill that has an uneven gasp leaving him the second Nate’s lips are pressed against his skin, the second those fangs dive into already scarred skin, and Sunjata doesn’t stop himself from the roll of his hips, the roaming of his free hand, the way the claws at Nate’s shoulder digs in enough to draw fluid.

It’s released soon after while Nate’s hands move, a rising and falling of using his shoulder as support for Sunjata to give in entirely, to lose himself in the groans of his husband as Sunjata’s uneven breaths seem to match the distracted thrusts of his hips. His mind is on fire, the edge of it all a tipping point, a stilling moment for the Attuned to try and recover. His voice shakes with the sounds that leave him, a breathlessness that overcomes him, burning as his husband picks a rhythm and Sunjata’s left to focus on the electricity in his mind, the primal instincts that take over with each drive.

His lips find Nate’s neck, once the Ascended’s groans vibrate against his skin, and Sunjata finds himself leaving another marking kiss, however sloppy and messy it is, if only to pause before adding another spark. I fucking love you like this. It’s a growl into Nate’s mind. Bite. Again.” Because there’s a plan formed in his addled mind, one to test what sort of sensation and reaction they both might receive when it comes to pairing a bite and a spark at the same time. And he needs to find out. So the Attuned prepares to do exactly that, head nudging to try and drive Nate down so their lips might align again, to complete the transfer.
and I think I love you
SUNJATA
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#24
you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
Nate wishes he could spend more time in the white bubble of his bite, more time wrapped in its pleasure. Sunjata keeps it lingering in places, claws digging in, lightning pressed against him. Every little spark has the rhythm of Nate’s hips stumbling, has his body writhing, trying to lean into the heavy handed touches, the flashes of sensation.

A shuddering breath is sucked in, no matter how incessant it is, not matter how it doesn’t help how he wants, as Nate shifts, offering up as much of himself as his husband wants to take, offering up everything, if Sunjata wants it. The words in his head are at once distant and sharp, booming and whispered, the growl of them sliding down Nate’s spine in an entirely different kind of sensation. I fucking love you. His own silent voice drifts, echoes and shifts with the little movements of his body, the motions Nate can’t stop.

The order though, that prompts a different response entirely, has some low and desperate sound rising from Nate, as his head shifts, as he tries to find Sunjata’s lips. They’re drawn to each other, he’s certain, because the ability to actually control himself has very recently left him. He does bite, does as he’s asked, drawing blood from his husbands lips, letting his back arch as much as he can without separating them.

Thai time, the shock manages to surprise him, Nate’s body jerking, stiff for a moment before the shaking begins, before his legs tighten around Sunjata and he grinds down, every part of him twitching, trembling. It’s not quite completion, that peak still lost to him, but gods it’s more than he’s had before, stronger and more overwhelming than he expects. His hand tightens in Sunjata’s hair, and the bite breaks only so Nate can press more fully against the attuned, blunt nails dragging across his shoulders. There’s only so much he can do at the moment, but all of Nate’s scattered focus is locked on dragging Sunjata to that peak with him.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
Sunjata Wrenzaok
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#25
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darling, can't you see?
I'm a broken man with addictive tendencies
The grind of Nate’s hips has Sunjata burning, holding on long enough to hear the sounds that leave Nate, the mental vibrating words that make him ache and throb, a shudder audibly leaving his lips and racing down his spine, wings flaring and flexing from where they support Nate, stretched out from his back. Sweat beads along his skin, along with the command he’s given to Nate, a test to see just how close he can bring his husband to feeling.

He half expects Nate to deny him if only to drive him further insane. But he doesn’t, lips colliding messily, Sunjata hardly capable of stilling long enough to make the connection — but he has to know. The bite is fire again, shocking through his system, heart thundering and hips rocking even as Nate stills, letting the shock reverberate through him. Sunjata can’t help but to tilt his head back when his husband pulls away from the bite, when Nate grinds down and tightens his legs, hand fisted in his hair, pressed tight against him.

And it burns him, so incredibly much, that a throaty moan leaves him as he rocks into Nate, wings drawing forward to wrap tightly around his husband, finding that edge and crossing over it, muscles flexing and tightening as he does — some shuddering gasp leaving him as he does. The hand on Nate’s shoulder shifts to human again, fingers tangling in Nate’s hair, keeping his husband close, head dropping forward to rest on the shoulder as he tries to catch his breath, his mind numb to everything, unable to form any words.
and I think I love you
SUNJATA
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#26
you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
All manner of moans leave Nate, something white hot rattling around inside of him. He wants to surge in, to take advantage of the way Sunjata tips back, but he can’t seem to make himself move, can’t fight off the shaking. The warm pressure of the attuned’s wings help to ground him, Nate tight grip slowly loosening.

Even if there weren’t arms around him, fingers in his hair, Nate wouldn’t be moving anywhere but closer to his husband. There’s no breath to catch, but still his chest heaves, his own hand following Sunjata’s head as he leans in. Much as he would like to linger in this moment forever, the leftover trembling fades before long, in what seems like no time at all. Still, his body recovering doesn’t mean Nate’s able to form words, able to open work his tongue.

He wants to say that was amazing. The most intense thing he’s felt in far too long. He wants to say I’m glad I woke you. What leaves him instead is I love you. but it holds all the same meanings, especially with the warm, slow wave of contentment that accompanies it. Nate is melted in against his lover, a wide smile spreading over his face as his eyes slip closed. I wish... we’d met earlier.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
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#27
darling, can't you see?
I'm a broken man with addictive tendencies
There’s a multitude of things Sunjata thinks of but can’t form the words or thoughts for it. Not as he remains close to Nate, arms and wings wrapping tightly around his husband, riding out the shocks through his system, trying desperately to catch his breath, the storm outside long forgotten in the whirlwind of kisses, love, and sweat. All he can do is pant against Nate’s skin, melt into the touches as Nate loosens his grip.

There’s so much he wants to say too, pleased and glad that his husband’s gotten his eye back, that the Ascended had come straight home drenched in the storm and had chosen to wake him from the terror of the nightmares alone so that he didn’t have to be alone as the storm raged on outside. His head tilts slightly, pressing his forehead against Nate’s neck, lashes brushing against Nate’s skin as he closes his steel gaze, his heart pounding through his ears. I love you too. He begins, unable to form the words physically. He tries, though, tongue swiping against the puffed bite marks on his lower lip.

His hands roam again through Nate’s hair, slowly and languidly, tilting his head up so he might brush a kiss against the Ascended’s neck. I wish we did too. He agrees, a soft murmur mentally, before he manages to clear his throat, raw and hoarse as it is. He pulls his head back, both arms lifting so he’d be able to cradle Nate’s head in both hands, thumbs brushing against sharp cheekbones, the wings wrapped around tucking into themselves to give Nate something to rest back against. “Regardless, I’m so glad to have you now.” He manages through his raw throat, sweat beading down from his temple, down the scar on his neck and melding with a bit of blood and fluid, the blue glow to his throat long since disappeared. "I didn't... Give you too much, did I?" He asks after a moment, the hand with the lightning scars flexing briefly from where he cradles Nate's head, attempting to search that brand new grey and blue eye for the answer.
and I think I love you
SUNJATA
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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.
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster

Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 10 - Strg: 55 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 50 - Luck: 46 - Int: 1
PEMOTA - Mythical - Starwhale (narwhal) RAMOTH - Mythical - Dragon (Biopulse)
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#28
you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
Nate shifts back, settling in against the cradle of wings and hands. He's comfortable here, safe and content, in a way that leaves absolutely no room for doubt. A warm smile grows over his face, Nate's eyes soft, his hands even more so as they rise, one cupping his husband's jaw, the thumb moving to run over his lip, while the other winds around the attuned's arm, reaching to press against his neck, the cool hand soothing the fresh bite marks there. "I'd go through every shitty thing in my life over and over again as long as I get to end up here." There's no exhaustion in Nate's voice, his favourite joke, but there is a crackle, a touch of roughness from the lightning.

The laugh that leaves him in response to the question has Nate laughing, the sound just as rough as his words had been. Pressing against one of the hands holding him, the ascended meets the other's gaze, his mismatched eyes sparkling. "No, no that was perfect." With a bit of effort, Nate tugs the other close, their lips almost touching when he whispers "Perfect." again, just before he leans in that last bit to press a gentler kiss to Sunjata.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE


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