the endless call of your caress

i bank on the funeral

A crashing kiss that’s tongue and teeth with a brief force, enough that Sunjata can almost taste a tinge of iron on his tongue and it spurs him on all the more. To return those desperate, needy kisses, panting whines leaving his nose at the sensation that builds slowly within him, spurred on entirely by Nate. The kiss breaks, just in time for Sunjata to take a deep breath – as deep as he can before Nate’s rocking into him again and it exhales in a shuddering moan, body arcing slightly and fingers digging into Nate’s skin.

It builds and it builds, but it isn’t until Nate’s rhythm is set and his hip is released in favor of his aching cock that Sunjata shudders and growls again. He releases one hand from where it digs into Nate’s skin, to run up the side of his husband’s neck, fingers tangling into the wild curls, and tugging at the strands with an almost feral desperation. His head tilts back ever so slightly, eyes opening but remaining heavily lidded, watching his husband as the wave begins to crest, an electricity that sparks through his veins and branches out through his trembling fingertips to his shaking thighs.

'cause i learned all my lessons that way

SUNJATA