darling, can't you see?
I'm a broken man with addictive tendencies
It might take some time while Sunjata tests out the thought that filters through his mind. But he gets there in the end – wings unfurled, pressing down against his husband’s wrists, hands now free to roam along Nate’s skin, a fingertip edged with the sharpness of a claw that both threatens and doesn’t as it drags along pale skin. He’s acutely attuned to the sound that leaves Nate – all the worries and nightmares pushed away for the moment, of the news that needed to be celebrated and reveled in, in the man that Sunjata can pour every ounce of his focus in and not regret it later.
Good, me too. Comes the quiet mental agreement, spying the flame within Nate’s dual-toned gaze. It ignites the fire in Sunjata as well – the washing of emotions flooding over him as he leans in, cupping Nate’s head, tilting it slightly as he kisses and sucks a mark, paired with a spout of electricity. And it’s a reaction he’s far too overjoyed to receive, a huff of breath leaving him as Nate writhes beneath him.
He’s not usually in this position, at least with Nate, but it’s one that while it lasts has Sunjata clinging to every second – wings pressing down, hands drifting deeper into Nate’s hair, curling fingers into the raven tresses there, pulling his head back to trail kisses up Nate’s jaw until he pulls away – that blue glow still illuminating the dark space Sunjata’s made for them with his wings. Just like that, huh? He purrs back, leaning in again to press a kiss against the corner of Nate’s mouth, something softer but still edged with another spark, pressing his body and hips against the Ascended's with more weight than before. What about this?
It may or may not be the attuned’s way of asking how far Nate’s willing to let him go with it.
Good, me too. Comes the quiet mental agreement, spying the flame within Nate’s dual-toned gaze. It ignites the fire in Sunjata as well – the washing of emotions flooding over him as he leans in, cupping Nate’s head, tilting it slightly as he kisses and sucks a mark, paired with a spout of electricity. And it’s a reaction he’s far too overjoyed to receive, a huff of breath leaving him as Nate writhes beneath him.
He’s not usually in this position, at least with Nate, but it’s one that while it lasts has Sunjata clinging to every second – wings pressing down, hands drifting deeper into Nate’s hair, curling fingers into the raven tresses there, pulling his head back to trail kisses up Nate’s jaw until he pulls away – that blue glow still illuminating the dark space Sunjata’s made for them with his wings. Just like that, huh? He purrs back, leaning in again to press a kiss against the corner of Nate’s mouth, something softer but still edged with another spark, pressing his body and hips against the Ascended's with more weight than before. What about this?
It may or may not be the attuned’s way of asking how far Nate’s willing to let him go with it.
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.
