You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave
Everything Sunjata does seems to beg him to bite, and Nate can feel the ache of need clear as anything else right now, but he knows without a doubt that that will be his final straw, that that is what’s going to rob him of all sense. He has to save it for last.
A smug laugh manages to leave Nate before he sits up properly, pressing hard against the wings wrapped around him and mixing sharp pleasure and pressure into something just a step over too much, a shaking, surprised moan leaving him. The slow rhythm of his hips stutters as he shakes, returning just a touch faster as Nate’s grip loosens and he cedes some of that control to the ravenous, aching thing that pressed out from him.
As he recovers, a single heavy hand drags along the length of the velvet wing, nails leaving behind red trails as they move onto the warmth of Sunjata’s body. They press into the dips of the attuned’s hips until finally Nate has no choice but to lift his hand and reach behind him, his hand wrapping loosely around Sunjata’s cock and stopping, his thumb the only thing moving. ”Good boy.” It’s another purr, out loud only to not interrupt everything washing over hi from Sunjata.
Sunjata presses against him everywhere, even in his mind, and Nate finds more of his control slipping, his hips grinding down faster, his fingers trembling and twitching with the effort of keeping still, while his other hand only grows heavier, nails tracing along the blown out edges of familiar ink and tattoos. There’s no escape from this feedback, everything the ascended does to the attuned only serving to spur him on even more, just to chase the high of being the one to do this to Sunjata.
A smug laugh manages to leave Nate before he sits up properly, pressing hard against the wings wrapped around him and mixing sharp pleasure and pressure into something just a step over too much, a shaking, surprised moan leaving him. The slow rhythm of his hips stutters as he shakes, returning just a touch faster as Nate’s grip loosens and he cedes some of that control to the ravenous, aching thing that pressed out from him.
As he recovers, a single heavy hand drags along the length of the velvet wing, nails leaving behind red trails as they move onto the warmth of Sunjata’s body. They press into the dips of the attuned’s hips until finally Nate has no choice but to lift his hand and reach behind him, his hand wrapping loosely around Sunjata’s cock and stopping, his thumb the only thing moving. ”Good boy.” It’s another purr, out loud only to not interrupt everything washing over hi from Sunjata.
Sunjata presses against him everywhere, even in his mind, and Nate finds more of his control slipping, his hips grinding down faster, his fingers trembling and twitching with the effort of keeping still, while his other hand only grows heavier, nails tracing along the blown out edges of familiar ink and tattoos. There’s no escape from this feedback, everything the ascended does to the attuned only serving to spur him on even more, just to chase the high of being the one to do this to Sunjata.
NATE
