You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave
Shivers run up and down his body in the wakes of Sunjata’s fingers, more feeling, more heat stirring up. There’s always been a fire in Nate, waiting to be stoked, but this is the first time it’s sparked into an all consuming blaze in what feels like a lifetime. The groan that leaves him is rough, almost helpless, a state he can’t help but slip into when everything is so overwhelming.
They crash together, another rumble of groans leaving Nate, one hand pressing into Sunjata’s hair, tugging at his head like somehow he can hold the other man still, like he can drag every last bit of sensation from this moment before moving to the next. It’s better than I ever dared to hope.
The attuned is being slow, gentle, remarkably restrained, and while Nate enjoys it, gods does he enjoy it, that heat is growing faster than can be contained by mere gentle touches. His other hand finds its way under Sunjata’s shirt, wrapping around the bare skin of his hip and pulling him close. There’s a hardness between Nate’s legs that seems to blank his mind a little bit more, despite the firm grip he usually tried to keep himself tethered by.
It might be the room, but he wanted to believe it was Sunjata who filled him with such heat, such hunger. Nate pulls back then, some things better sounding rumbles out in his own voice, instead of the silent bond between them. ”I want to see you, sonskyn, who n the bed for me.”
They crash together, another rumble of groans leaving Nate, one hand pressing into Sunjata’s hair, tugging at his head like somehow he can hold the other man still, like he can drag every last bit of sensation from this moment before moving to the next. It’s better than I ever dared to hope.
The attuned is being slow, gentle, remarkably restrained, and while Nate enjoys it, gods does he enjoy it, that heat is growing faster than can be contained by mere gentle touches. His other hand finds its way under Sunjata’s shirt, wrapping around the bare skin of his hip and pulling him close. There’s a hardness between Nate’s legs that seems to blank his mind a little bit more, despite the firm grip he usually tried to keep himself tethered by.
It might be the room, but he wanted to believe it was Sunjata who filled him with such heat, such hunger. Nate pulls back then, some things better sounding rumbles out in his own voice, instead of the silent bond between them. ”I want to see you, sonskyn, who n the bed for me.”
NATE
