the endless call of your caress

i bank on the funeral

It is a bit of an overwhelming sensation, even for Sunjata as Nate’s words pour through the bond and his ears, wrapping around him just as his wings have wrapped around his husband. But he doesn’t harbor the same ability of lack of pain, he can’t bend the way that Nate does with what looks like zero effort. But the wings press in as Nate presses back, Sunjata pausing as Nate rises and lowers, a low hum slipping from Sunjata as all his thoughts slip from his mind. But he waits to say what he wants to, until Nate’s settled and the Ascended’s eyes are on him. He remains still, his own chest heaving in response, heavily lidded gaze focused intently on his husband. I fucking love you. He decides at the last second.

The shaking hand roves along his throat to his jaw and to his lips, thumb brushing over them as a thought comes to mind. His lips part, a forked tongue snaking out to run along Nate’s thumb at the same time his hand follows the same motions on the Ascended’s cock, growling low and stroking more as Nate rolls his hips, as he tenses, the hand in the dark curls tightening and tugging ever so slightly as well. Still, it’s hard for Sunjata to not try and roll his hips as well, thighs trembling with some bit of restraint.

'cause i learned all my lessons that way

SUNJATA