the endless call of your caress

i bank on the funeral

It’s a whirlwind, a wave of everything that strips Nate bare, and with it Sunjata can only send back his own — love and warmth and need and lust. It’s bolstered by the repeated words that leave the Ascended, that wraps around the Attuned and invigorates him more, offers more of that aching drive within him, body to body and within the shade of his wings.

But it’s all play for the time being, the ghosting of a hand and a tongue wrapped around a thumb, one that Sunjata has no choice but to continue to wrap that forked tongue around it, to play in this as he does with his hand. But the Ascended moves and Sunjata braces, breath hitching and eyes shuttering with his desire as the overwhelming demand is made, Sunjata following through with the perhaps too sudden shift of his hips, up into Nate, accompanied with a rumbling and hitched moan. The hand in Nate’s hair shifts to fist into it, the hand on the Ascended’s cock gripping a bit more than the light stroking of before, picking a rhythm to match their own, all the while Sunjata relishing in the demands and position Nate has him in, the one Sunjata has his husband in as well.

'cause i learned all my lessons that way

SUNJATA