You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave
Every part of Nate fights against Sunjata shifting, trying to move away, his ars tightening and his legs hooking around the attuned as if he could stop the inevitable. Impatient eyes lock on Sunjata as he finally manages it, Nate all but huffing every moment his husband is distant. The murmur is enough to keep his attitude at bay, barely, his arms growing a bit more forgiving. Situating them again involves a lot more of Nate on top of the other man than it had before, as if to ensure there was no way the attuned could shift again.
One of Nate's arms untangles itself from the mass of limbs they're piled in, the hand moving to rest on top of Sunjata's, fingers brushing along the Lichtenberg scars racing towards the attuned's heart. Blinking away the sudden quaver in his eyes, Nate smiles softly, leaning into the hand on his face. "Thank you, Sunny." He doesn't glance down to look at himself, can't tear his eyes away from his husbands face, but it feels right on him, a slight weight he can't help but be aware of.
Nate begins to slip out of Sunjata's hands slowly, too carefully to be anything other than intentional. Some part of him feels like he should rise, should show off just a little bit, but a much greedier part of him refuses to, wanting to bask in feeling for as long as possible. "We need a fuckin' place like this back home." The words are accompanied by a rumbling laugh, Nate pressing his face in against the bite scarred throat of his husband. "You're so warm."
One of Nate's arms untangles itself from the mass of limbs they're piled in, the hand moving to rest on top of Sunjata's, fingers brushing along the Lichtenberg scars racing towards the attuned's heart. Blinking away the sudden quaver in his eyes, Nate smiles softly, leaning into the hand on his face. "Thank you, Sunny." He doesn't glance down to look at himself, can't tear his eyes away from his husbands face, but it feels right on him, a slight weight he can't help but be aware of.
Nate begins to slip out of Sunjata's hands slowly, too carefully to be anything other than intentional. Some part of him feels like he should rise, should show off just a little bit, but a much greedier part of him refuses to, wanting to bask in feeling for as long as possible. "We need a fuckin' place like this back home." The words are accompanied by a rumbling laugh, Nate pressing his face in against the bite scarred throat of his husband. "You're so warm."
NATE
