You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave
Nate somehow manages to keep his voice even enough to purr, out loud and rumbled through the bond. "Yes, darling?" His teeth snap around the last syllable, muffling the moan that leaves him as a hand presses into his hair, and wraps around his cock. The feeling is still surprising, still on the far side of too much, and it drives selfishness back into Nate's hands, nails dragging up along his husband's wings on their way to his throat. His other hand holds Sunjata steady while he rises and presses down again, the thrum of pleasure and lack of pain working together to make the sudden stretch overwhelming, Nate's back arching against the wings so hard he thinks he might bruise, no matter what limits his body might have. A sound that's trying hard to be a word bubbles from him, as his chin drops against his heaving chest, no amount of air helping him.
It takes him a moment to actually move, a moment spent forcing his eyes open, focusing them back on Sunjata. Spent moving his shaking hand up to Sunjata's throat, his jaw, his cheek. Nate's thumb strokes along the attuned's lips as he recovers just enough to roll his hips, every part of his body tensing.
It takes him a moment to actually move, a moment spent forcing his eyes open, focusing them back on Sunjata. Spent moving his shaking hand up to Sunjata's throat, his jaw, his cheek. Nate's thumb strokes along the attuned's lips as he recovers just enough to roll his hips, every part of his body tensing.
NATE
