i bank on the funeral
It’s entirely different this time, not needing to try hard to get these reactions from Nate. He can be gentle and soft, let Nate burn just as much as he makes the attuned burn with soft and tender touches. A low sound of his own accompanies Nate’s, fingers tight in his hair that try and keep him still despite how much Sunjata would love nothing more than to offer tender, soft kisses everywhere.
But the room works, Sunjata can tell as he feels Nate pull him in, feels that bulge in his pants that Sunjata finds he craves. Something more primal and unrestrained trying to itch it’s way out of Sunjata’s skin. But he holds back, because Nate’s pulling away, his tongue swiping along his lower lip as the flush overtakes Sunjata’s skin. There’s a rumbled request from Nate, something Sunjata can’t deny as his lips quirk into a smirk and he focuses on scanning Nate’s face with that similarly smoldering steel that matches one of his husband’s eyes. “With or without clothes?” He asks with a wink, pulling away from Nate, deciding that he could do both.
Nate could feel it here, and it was phenomenal in and of itself. So he pulls his shirt over his head as he walks to the bed, tossing it on the floor in a heap, before slipping his belt out of their loops and letting it clatter to the floor as well. But that’s as far as he goes, some amount of amusement in his mind at having Nate also somewhat work for it. He doesn’t lay, either, on the bed. Instead, he sits at the edge, his steel gaze finding Nate again with an amused glimmer among the lust that simmers within.
But the room works, Sunjata can tell as he feels Nate pull him in, feels that bulge in his pants that Sunjata finds he craves. Something more primal and unrestrained trying to itch it’s way out of Sunjata’s skin. But he holds back, because Nate’s pulling away, his tongue swiping along his lower lip as the flush overtakes Sunjata’s skin. There’s a rumbled request from Nate, something Sunjata can’t deny as his lips quirk into a smirk and he focuses on scanning Nate’s face with that similarly smoldering steel that matches one of his husband’s eyes. “With or without clothes?” He asks with a wink, pulling away from Nate, deciding that he could do both.
Nate could feel it here, and it was phenomenal in and of itself. So he pulls his shirt over his head as he walks to the bed, tossing it on the floor in a heap, before slipping his belt out of their loops and letting it clatter to the floor as well. But that’s as far as he goes, some amount of amusement in his mind at having Nate also somewhat work for it. He doesn’t lay, either, on the bed. Instead, he sits at the edge, his steel gaze finding Nate again with an amused glimmer among the lust that simmers within.
'cause i learned all my lessons that way
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.
