i bank on the funeral
Nate’s foot nudges his legs apart, and Sunjata gives in with ease, making room for wherever Nate chooses to settle — but he can’t help but to keep his gaze fully on his husband’s face, that smolder that only adds to the throatiness of Nate’s voice that sounds more hoarse than he can remember in an instance like this. It vibrates within him and he peers back at Nate with quite the smug smirk of arrogance and ego stroking. “I find that hard to believe.” He replies easily, leaning into the hands on him while Nate works to unbutton pants and take his shirt off.
There’s a slight hiss that leaves Sunjata with an almost attainable sense of relief from the unbuttoning, but as Nate leans in and their tongues lock again, really all Sunjata can think about his Nate. It pours through him, coats every sensation, and it has his hands rising to continue — ignoring for the moment the way the Ascended’s fingers dip into the waistband.
He reaches up with both hands to run along the outside of Nate’s thighs, slipping up to where the waistband sits, pulling them down in a relatively restrained sense despite wanting nothing more than to tear the clothes to shreds as he removes them. It’s not like they’ll need them anyway. But he pushes back against Nate slightly, deepening the kiss with low hums, hands ghosting over sensitive skin until his fingertips run down from the V of Nate’s fingers and ghost along the length of the Ascended’s cock. A smirk pressed into the kiss, waiting to see what kind of response that’ll set off within him.
There’s a slight hiss that leaves Sunjata with an almost attainable sense of relief from the unbuttoning, but as Nate leans in and their tongues lock again, really all Sunjata can think about his Nate. It pours through him, coats every sensation, and it has his hands rising to continue — ignoring for the moment the way the Ascended’s fingers dip into the waistband.
He reaches up with both hands to run along the outside of Nate’s thighs, slipping up to where the waistband sits, pulling them down in a relatively restrained sense despite wanting nothing more than to tear the clothes to shreds as he removes them. It’s not like they’ll need them anyway. But he pushes back against Nate slightly, deepening the kiss with low hums, hands ghosting over sensitive skin until his fingertips run down from the V of Nate’s fingers and ghost along the length of the Ascended’s cock. A smirk pressed into the kiss, waiting to see what kind of response that’ll set off within him.
'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.
