You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave
Maybe. Maybe, he says, like Nate wouldn't bend over backwards for him in a breath. The thought, the indignation, it's gone in an instant, blown away as a far more important feeling comes to the forefront of his mind, as it overtakes him. They shift easily, the arm wrapped around Sunjata moving to grasp around his shoulders, fingers rising higher to wrap around the base of the spiralling horns, Nate's thumb rubbing at the place where they left Sunjata's head.
"Say something if it's too much." It's a wonder Nate even manages to get the breathless words out, but if there's one thing he's not going to fuck around with, it's this. This weird... first time, but not. His hand pulls away again, a loss that he hates every time it happens, but he has to, has to fumble with the bottle he'd brought over, has to coat fingers that by rights should still be on in Sunjata.
Nate can't pull away, not with arms around him, wound into his hair, not with kisses pressing against everything, warm tingling lingering between them. He can press closer though, can close up any distance between them. He can let his slick fingers move, tracing a line between Sunjata's legs, one pressing into him. All at once, that ascended stillness returns to Nate, every ounce of focus he can muster locked on his husband.
"Say something if it's too much." It's a wonder Nate even manages to get the breathless words out, but if there's one thing he's not going to fuck around with, it's this. This weird... first time, but not. His hand pulls away again, a loss that he hates every time it happens, but he has to, has to fumble with the bottle he'd brought over, has to coat fingers that by rights should still be on in Sunjata.
Nate can't pull away, not with arms around him, wound into his hair, not with kisses pressing against everything, warm tingling lingering between them. He can press closer though, can close up any distance between them. He can let his slick fingers move, tracing a line between Sunjata's legs, one pressing into him. All at once, that ascended stillness returns to Nate, every ounce of focus he can muster locked on his husband.
NATE
