You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave
They burn, pressing against each other until Nate would be hard-pressed to point out the borders between them. It's all heat and love and warmth, pleasure the likes of which Nate hasn't even dreamt of coiling through him. The demanding steel in him fades as soon as the demand is met, the sharp snap of Sunjata's hips twisting together with the feeling of the hand wrapped around him, until the only thing Nate can do is gasp out a moan, fluttering eyes fighting to stay focused on the attuned.
Every movement shoves Nate further and further past the limits of what he can handle, what he can keep control of, and it's no surprise that he's all but howling after a long few moments of motion, the rhythm of his hips struggling and falling apart. With everything Sunjata offers him, Nate feels something in him draw tighter and tighter, threatening to snap for the second time. A split second of clarity offers him a choice, to either rush on ahead as he is, to burn and fall apart as an inevitability, or to force it himself.
Obviously, he's choosing to take matters into his own hands. Choosing to twist his head, sighing at the pressure of a firm hand tugging at his hair as he finds an angle where he can sink his teeth into Sunjata's wrist, electricity singing through every part of him and turning the world white and bright and overwhelming Nate completely. Every part of him tenses as that thread inside of him snaps, tears itself apart. His hands are suddenly bruising weights, his thighs squeezing tight around Sunjata's hips. Much as he might want to make sure his husband reaches this same peak, Nate doesn't quite have the mental facilities to think about anything, even after he pulls back automatically, unable to take much more,
Every movement shoves Nate further and further past the limits of what he can handle, what he can keep control of, and it's no surprise that he's all but howling after a long few moments of motion, the rhythm of his hips struggling and falling apart. With everything Sunjata offers him, Nate feels something in him draw tighter and tighter, threatening to snap for the second time. A split second of clarity offers him a choice, to either rush on ahead as he is, to burn and fall apart as an inevitability, or to force it himself.
Obviously, he's choosing to take matters into his own hands. Choosing to twist his head, sighing at the pressure of a firm hand tugging at his hair as he finds an angle where he can sink his teeth into Sunjata's wrist, electricity singing through every part of him and turning the world white and bright and overwhelming Nate completely. Every part of him tenses as that thread inside of him snaps, tears itself apart. His hands are suddenly bruising weights, his thighs squeezing tight around Sunjata's hips. Much as he might want to make sure his husband reaches this same peak, Nate doesn't quite have the mental facilities to think about anything, even after he pulls back automatically, unable to take much more,
NATE
