you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
Uncalled for my ass. It's an accusation of his own, in the same way that it's a love confession that he will never stop making. Fingers are backed up for by lips fluttering along Sunjata's throat, not biting, not kissing, not really, but blowing obnoxious raspberries, wherever the ascended manages to press in for long enough, wherever his snorting laughter doesn't get in his own way.
Distraction is not something Nate is susceptible to, not at the moment. Not when he's so focused on holding onto his upper hand. How dare I? It is an understatement to say the words are teasing, a half-second of respite given while Nate pauses, considering. Pretty easily, actually. With no breath to keep track of, the ascended doesn't worry about the laugh slipping from him, mirroring the more helpless sounds of his husband.
In the end though, he doesn't prevail. They flip, Nate pinned to the bed, looking entirely nonplussed by this newest development. A grin that is as smug as it is glittering spreads over his face, showing off fangs, a cocking eyebrow, and the barest shadow of a flush. So, A rough purr, or maybe a very gentle growl, you've got me. What now, Sunny? A sudden intensity enters his unblinking gaze, heat, and a challenge thats shows equally as clearly in the way his chin tips up.
Distraction is not something Nate is susceptible to, not at the moment. Not when he's so focused on holding onto his upper hand. How dare I? It is an understatement to say the words are teasing, a half-second of respite given while Nate pauses, considering. Pretty easily, actually. With no breath to keep track of, the ascended doesn't worry about the laugh slipping from him, mirroring the more helpless sounds of his husband.
In the end though, he doesn't prevail. They flip, Nate pinned to the bed, looking entirely nonplussed by this newest development. A grin that is as smug as it is glittering spreads over his face, showing off fangs, a cocking eyebrow, and the barest shadow of a flush. So, A rough purr, or maybe a very gentle growl, you've got me. What now, Sunny? A sudden intensity enters his unblinking gaze, heat, and a challenge thats shows equally as clearly in the way his chin tips up.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
