choking on the things I won't say

SUNJATA

the flood

i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind

It’s different in so many ways than it was with Nate, and yet it seems like Jack seems to know the right buttons to press. Hips grind into his own, a low hum of approval leaving Sunjata with that, followed by a broken kiss that shifts to his neck, over scars and fading bruises Nate had left there not all that long ago. But there’s other bruising as well, lower on his neck, of what one could only assume to be fingertips. And so it’s a different shift, one that hands Sunjata the leash rather than him giving in and submitting to Nate as he prefers to do, and with it this sudden realization that Jack would let him.

He nearly vibrates as Jack nips right above a fresher bite mark, instilling a memory and a feeling that has him growling and pressing again into Jack, hips shifting just enough to grind back. But he can hear the wood of the door groan and he huffs in frustration, realizing his mistake of leaving the office. One hand abandons Jack to fiddle with the door to unlock it again, the other hand gripping Jack’s hip snakes around to the captains ass, pulling him closer to the attuned as he opens the door and half stumbles back into the office, immediately walking Jack back toward the desk, suddenly uncaring of the notes and diagrams left on it.

you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end