You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave
The tickle (tickle!) of touch at his back has an electric shiver running up the length of Nate’s spine, pushing a breathless sigh from his as it reaches his neck. His thighs tighten around Sunjata, exploratory fingers shivering along with the rest of the ascended. Slitted eyes press a weight against him, made more obvious by the sensitivity the room grants him, that has Nate showing off more than he usually does, a flex here, an exaggerated arch there. It’s the fingers in his hair that seem to undo something completely in him, his entire body leaning into the magnetic touch of his husbands hand.
What, you don’t like the gentle? Even in the dark, the sparkle in his eyes is obvious, and the smirk even more so. Truth be told, Nate hadn’t realized he was touching any differently, the slight sensation all he was normally used to, nothing in him reminding him to push for more. This had been so rough before. Now that it’s been said he makes a point to add more pressure to his wandering fingers. There are no nails, yet, but there is the added pressure of Nate rolling his hips into the attuned, the half formed plan of this particular position suddenly coming to fruition.
What, you don’t like the gentle? Even in the dark, the sparkle in his eyes is obvious, and the smirk even more so. Truth be told, Nate hadn’t realized he was touching any differently, the slight sensation all he was normally used to, nothing in him reminding him to push for more. This had been so rough before. Now that it’s been said he makes a point to add more pressure to his wandering fingers. There are no nails, yet, but there is the added pressure of Nate rolling his hips into the attuned, the half formed plan of this particular position suddenly coming to fruition.
NATE
