You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave
"You think I'd lie to you about something like this, darling?" Despite everything, Nate manages to keep his voice steady, a terribly gentle hurt in his tone. "You think I'd do that when it comes to something this important?" He can stand to pause long enough for this, long enough to let his hands slow their frantic touching, momentary reverence suddenly obvious in the sweep of his fingers.
It doesn't last, it can't, not as his touch is reciprocated, as he grows rougher and more desperate again.
A barely swallowed whine leaves Nate, his eyes fluttering at the sensation of his husband's hands on him. The touch is barely there, but it manages to whip a blaze to life, to flip the switch of decorum and patience. Nate pulls away again, with a single-minded ferocity this time, the last little bit of teasing fabric between them ripped away, the last scrap of sense he has scrabbling to grab one of the bottles scattered around the room. It's dropped on the bed so Nate can wrap an arm around Sunjata, can force him to move back while his lips find every sensitive spot on the attuned's neck that he knows.
His other hand begins to drag its way down Sunjata's body though, dull nails leaving lines behind, the tryst not really needing the added thrill of claws. Not right now, at least. Finger's wrap around the attuned's hips, pulling them together, an easy roll of Nate's hips pressing against the other man. As he begins to settle into a rhythm, those same fingers shift again, lower, dqueezing a generous handful of Sunjata's ass.
It doesn't last, it can't, not as his touch is reciprocated, as he grows rougher and more desperate again.
A barely swallowed whine leaves Nate, his eyes fluttering at the sensation of his husband's hands on him. The touch is barely there, but it manages to whip a blaze to life, to flip the switch of decorum and patience. Nate pulls away again, with a single-minded ferocity this time, the last little bit of teasing fabric between them ripped away, the last scrap of sense he has scrabbling to grab one of the bottles scattered around the room. It's dropped on the bed so Nate can wrap an arm around Sunjata, can force him to move back while his lips find every sensitive spot on the attuned's neck that he knows.
His other hand begins to drag its way down Sunjata's body though, dull nails leaving lines behind, the tryst not really needing the added thrill of claws. Not right now, at least. Finger's wrap around the attuned's hips, pulling them together, an easy roll of Nate's hips pressing against the other man. As he begins to settle into a rhythm, those same fingers shift again, lower, dqueezing a generous handful of Sunjata's ass.
NATE
