you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
He doesn’t need it, but it still makes Nate feel more complete to release a ragged breath, once the touch of lightning has run its course through him, once his husband is all smirks and intent eyes, and Gods, is this what it looks like when he does this? A moment of giddy vanity flits through Nate, before his attention is dragged back to Sunjata by hands in his hair and kisses along his jaw.
Never before has Nate so regretted his ascension, never before has he cursed his lack of feeling so vehemently. It’s a thought he’s had a dozen times before. It’s a thought he’ll have a dozen times again.
The spark at least rocks through him, even if the pressure of the attuned’s hips don’t. It’s claws dragging inside of him, tapping at every inch of his spine, crawling on the inside of his skull. You’re perfect. The words are accompanied by a rush of want, by a solar flare of utter adoration. It’s too much to contain, too much to not press through his lips as well, breathed against Sunjata’s skin. ”So fucking perfect.”
It’s permission, given easily, the reins in Sunjata’s hands, Nate content to simply be along for the ride for once. It’s so much more than that, feeing that don’t quite have words voiced with something else.
Never before has Nate so regretted his ascension, never before has he cursed his lack of feeling so vehemently. It’s a thought he’s had a dozen times before. It’s a thought he’ll have a dozen times again.
The spark at least rocks through him, even if the pressure of the attuned’s hips don’t. It’s claws dragging inside of him, tapping at every inch of his spine, crawling on the inside of his skull. You’re perfect. The words are accompanied by a rush of want, by a solar flare of utter adoration. It’s too much to contain, too much to not press through his lips as well, breathed against Sunjata’s skin. ”So fucking perfect.”
It’s permission, given easily, the reins in Sunjata’s hands, Nate content to simply be along for the ride for once. It’s so much more than that, feeing that don’t quite have words voiced with something else.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
