the endless call of your caress

i bank on the funeral

Thighs tighten around him, pair that with the sensation of the room and the way Nate seems to positively be showing off, and Sunjata’s entirely captivated by his husband, by the way he magnetizes to the Attuned’s hand in his raven curls, a sly smirk crossing his face when Nate’s voice purrs in his mind. His gaze shudders slightly, the slits to the pupils scanning Nate until he can’t with the instinctive way he takes a sharp inhale as Nate adds more pressure, a roll of his hips, causing a low hum of a moan to breathlessly leave his lips.

The wings remain at Nate’s back, digging in each time the Ascended pulls back slightly. Sunjata’s chin tilts up, head tilting back slightly as he tries to fight the goosebumps that rise down his spine, the way his body shudders and shifts that might make some space between him and Nate. So he clings on, one hand moving to his husband’s hip, to tighten the grip there and dig his fingers in. You know I like it when you’re rougher with me. He lowers his head down, peering at Nate through thick lashes, the hand tangled in Nate’s hair sliding along his skin and cupping his jaw, his thumb brushing against Nate’s lower lip. At this perfect angle, Nate would be able to see the scar on his wrist from their second rendezvous, when Sunjata had been bound and Nate had accidentally drawn blood with claws of ice.

'cause i learned all my lessons that way

SUNJATA