the endless call of your caress

i bank on the funeral

He does know how it works, but it still doesn’t stop his attempt to not have to do it. He’s about an inch away from trying to fight the hard grip on his hip. There’s a bit more of a whine that passes his nose, nostrils flaring slightly as Nate begins to speak and Sunjata’s about two seconds away from giving Nate what he wanted. But his husband relents, just enough, a branch given to Sunjata that he clings to with quiet panting breaths.

He hangs onto every word, swallowing down hard as the growl reaches his ears, unprepared for Nate to give in so quickly. But then Nate’s hips snap and Sunjata’s flush against his husband, hands releasing whatever they’ve latched onto, to instead grip onto Nate. “Fuck.” The moan leaves him in a heavy growl, a hoarseness to it with a parched throat, breaths increasing and thrumming through him with every rock of Nate’s hips, a gasping goosebump ride of pleasure shuddering through his spine. His eyes close, head tilted back, hips grinding against Nate, unable to comprehend or utter any words, trying to soothe the ache within him to bring him to the edge of the wave that builds within him.

'cause i learned all my lessons that way

SUNJATA