i bank on the funeral
He feels Nate’s eyes on him, but his are shuddered closed, letting the sensation branch through him like lightning, the stretch and overwhelming feeling of Nate having goosebumps rising along his shoulders, paired with the flush of before. He can hear his husbands words, that accent thick within them, only igniting more of that want and that need, a shuddering sigh slipping from him as he does tilt his head down just a tad, heavy lidded eyes opening to peer at his husband, to watch him in turn. Those fingers tangled in Nate’s hair tightening again, running to the back of the Ascended’s head.
He spies the smug grin, shudders and shivers again as Nate withdraws just enough and moves agonizingly slow that there’s nearly a frustrated growl that leaves him, the attempt to shift his hips to make Nate go faster or deeper or anything but this torturous shallow pace. So he presses up a bit, surging forward to catch Nate’s lips in a quick and sloppy chaste kiss, pulling away with a playful nip at his lower lip.
“Jy gaan my naai of wat?” He tries to growl but it comes out as a desperate whine, one hand leaving Nate to grip the top of the headboard for added support as he tries to grind down again, met with Nate’s hands preventing him from doing so. His steel gaze smolders and swims with lust as he stares at his husband, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat from the warmth of the room, waiting.
He spies the smug grin, shudders and shivers again as Nate withdraws just enough and moves agonizingly slow that there’s nearly a frustrated growl that leaves him, the attempt to shift his hips to make Nate go faster or deeper or anything but this torturous shallow pace. So he presses up a bit, surging forward to catch Nate’s lips in a quick and sloppy chaste kiss, pulling away with a playful nip at his lower lip.
“Jy gaan my naai of wat?” He tries to growl but it comes out as a desperate whine, one hand leaving Nate to grip the top of the headboard for added support as he tries to grind down again, met with Nate’s hands preventing him from doing so. His steel gaze smolders and swims with lust as he stares at his husband, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat from the warmth of the room, waiting.
'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.
