i bank on the funeral
A huff of air slips from his nose as Nate’s hands leave the horns, focused elsewhere at the hand that suddenly grips his hip, digging in enough to leave bruises that have him flushing even more, a hum of approval slipping past his lips. But he’s watching Nate now with those same smoldering eyes, liquid fire within the steel that ignited and shudders as Nate grins, as the Ascended gives him exactly what he wanted. His hips shift again, body aching but his mind pinpoints to the feel of Nate’s fingers, head tilting back just a smidge with the press of kisses against his jaw, soft sounds coloring the air around them.
There’s nearly a desperate whine that leaves the Attuned when Nate slows, a sort of weak protest that has fingers loosening and tightening in his husband’s curls, clenching and unclenching as the moments seem to pass in what feels like ages. He thinks he’s ready when Nate questions it, lips parting to respond before Nate’s already moving. And this? This is more than what they’d done before, something he didn’t realize he craved so much as Nate drives further into him. “Mmh, fok.” He growls in Korofi, his back arching, his head tilting back, horns bouncing against the headboard of the bed as quite the satisfied moan leaves him.
His hand at Nate’s side departs from its place, nails sharp and dragging to Nate’s back, to his ass, the other hand tugging hard at raven hair — aching and aching, a bit of impatience meeting him as he grinds his hips again, trying to drive him deeper quicker.
There’s nearly a desperate whine that leaves the Attuned when Nate slows, a sort of weak protest that has fingers loosening and tightening in his husband’s curls, clenching and unclenching as the moments seem to pass in what feels like ages. He thinks he’s ready when Nate questions it, lips parting to respond before Nate’s already moving. And this? This is more than what they’d done before, something he didn’t realize he craved so much as Nate drives further into him. “Mmh, fok.” He growls in Korofi, his back arching, his head tilting back, horns bouncing against the headboard of the bed as quite the satisfied moan leaves him.
His hand at Nate’s side departs from its place, nails sharp and dragging to Nate’s back, to his ass, the other hand tugging hard at raven hair — aching and aching, a bit of impatience meeting him as he grinds his hips again, trying to drive him deeper quicker.
'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.
