You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave
Nate rolls his shoulders, arching back into the teasing pressure on his spine as he stretches, claims enough space to look down at Sunjata. Patience is a virtue darlin’. The words might hold a tease, but there is nothing but hunger in the toothy smile spreading over his face, in the slower, more insistent roll of his hips. He’d been selfish before, it’s true, chasing his own wondrous pleasure, the high of sensation. With some of that flame tamed though, he can take his time, can focus entirely on Sunjata.
Both his hands lift for a moment to cup Sunjata’s face firmly, holding him still so he can purr his next words, honeyed voice dripping with bare need. ”Don’t think I don’t know what you like Sunny.” The hands drop away again as Nate leans in to press his lips along the edges of the armoured scales, where there was still soft, sensitive skin. Dark marks begin to decorate the attuned’s throat, only highlighting the silvery scars already left by Nate. There is always the threat of teeth, but frustratingly never more than that. Nails drag along the border of wing and body, where there’s still the swirling, stretched ink.
Both his hands lift for a moment to cup Sunjata’s face firmly, holding him still so he can purr his next words, honeyed voice dripping with bare need. ”Don’t think I don’t know what you like Sunny.” The hands drop away again as Nate leans in to press his lips along the edges of the armoured scales, where there was still soft, sensitive skin. Dark marks begin to decorate the attuned’s throat, only highlighting the silvery scars already left by Nate. There is always the threat of teeth, but frustratingly never more than that. Nails drag along the border of wing and body, where there’s still the swirling, stretched ink.
NATE
