darling, can't you see?
I'm a broken man with addictive tendencies
Another bark of laughter leaves him with Nate’s own accusation, fidgeting and flailing beneath Nate’s lips to his throat, the hands that continue to flutter along his sides in a terribly tingly way. His recovery is made minimal, stilling as Sunjata accuses his husband, hearing the tones returned through the bond, the laugh that erupts outside of it. He pauses, throwing his last attempt in and succeeding – a spinning sort of feeling as they flip and Sunjata has the Ascended pinned.
There’s almost a part of him that edges in disappointment, spying the smug look on Nate’s face, wondering if the Ascended had let him, but it’s quickly wiped away by Nate’s voice – electrifying his mind, paired with the intensity to his gaze. And now that Sunjata’s got the upper hand, hands on Nate’s wrist, he has a moment to think about what it is he will do.
He readjusts them a bit, keeping Nate there, ensuring that he’s straddled well enough, keeping his gaze locked on Nate’s full view, the blue and the steel meeting his own. His lips quirk in a small half smirk, wings unfurling from his back, the edges of them lowering to apply pressure to Nate’s wrists in lieu of Sunjata’s hands, if only so he might focus them elsewhere.
And elsewhere he does, hands sliding up Nate’s arms toward his chest, the Attuned’s index finger sharpening into a claw that he drags up along Nate’s throat, he leans in a bit closer. There’s a great number of things I could do. He hums back, scanning Nate’s face as the claw drags further up to beneath his chin, the rest of his fingers and his other hand moving to cup Nate’s jaw. He leans in, pressing a kiss beneath his ear in the space Sunjata often keeps reserved for Nate’s marks.
His throat glimmers with a bit of a blue glow, the kiss lingering though Sunjata knows full well he can’t leave as dark of marks on Nate as the Ascended can leave on the Attuned, but he tries anyway – sucking a shimmering mark in the space beneath his ear, pairing it with a small zap of electricity.
There’s almost a part of him that edges in disappointment, spying the smug look on Nate’s face, wondering if the Ascended had let him, but it’s quickly wiped away by Nate’s voice – electrifying his mind, paired with the intensity to his gaze. And now that Sunjata’s got the upper hand, hands on Nate’s wrist, he has a moment to think about what it is he will do.
He readjusts them a bit, keeping Nate there, ensuring that he’s straddled well enough, keeping his gaze locked on Nate’s full view, the blue and the steel meeting his own. His lips quirk in a small half smirk, wings unfurling from his back, the edges of them lowering to apply pressure to Nate’s wrists in lieu of Sunjata’s hands, if only so he might focus them elsewhere.
And elsewhere he does, hands sliding up Nate’s arms toward his chest, the Attuned’s index finger sharpening into a claw that he drags up along Nate’s throat, he leans in a bit closer. There’s a great number of things I could do. He hums back, scanning Nate’s face as the claw drags further up to beneath his chin, the rest of his fingers and his other hand moving to cup Nate’s jaw. He leans in, pressing a kiss beneath his ear in the space Sunjata often keeps reserved for Nate’s marks.
His throat glimmers with a bit of a blue glow, the kiss lingering though Sunjata knows full well he can’t leave as dark of marks on Nate as the Ascended can leave on the Attuned, but he tries anyway – sucking a shimmering mark in the space beneath his ear, pairing it with a small zap of electricity.
and I think I love you
SUNJATA
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.
