NATE
Good. Good. it should be dizzyingly terrifying to have so much of himself wrapped up in someone else, to be supported by the very person he wants to support more than anything, but it isn’t. How could it be? Sunjata is his best friend, his partner, and Nate will keep his word.
They move together easily, blankets dragged up and around them, a lazy hand tugging it up more firmly where it threatens to slip. It seems like both an eternity and no time at all has passed when Nate is satisfied with the love he’s rained down on Sunjata. Grey and blue meet warm steel for a moment before a full body tremble shivers up Nate’s spine, his eyes fluttering and his head dipping from just the small feeling he gives into completely.
”How did you know that?” Theres a healthy dose of play offense and accusation in Nate’s voice, laughter bright on his face. Slowly, thoughts flood his mind, spill over through the bond. The tingle that shoots down his spine when his hair is played with, how unbelievably tempting Sunjata’s throat looks, all the things he’s ever wanted to say when his mouth was otherwise occupied. ”You reading my mind?” He leans in again, lips pressing against marks that aren’t his again, moments spent gladly lavishing rough attention to bruises, and adding one or two of his own again.
I don’t know if you want me to share. A warning that doesn’t matter at all, with the images already shared with Sunjata, suggestions and fantasies both. Fingers squeeze tighter on the attuned’s hip, holding him steady as Nate’s hips roll, readjusting his husband almost too easily, only half teasing, but entirely showing off.
They move together easily, blankets dragged up and around them, a lazy hand tugging it up more firmly where it threatens to slip. It seems like both an eternity and no time at all has passed when Nate is satisfied with the love he’s rained down on Sunjata. Grey and blue meet warm steel for a moment before a full body tremble shivers up Nate’s spine, his eyes fluttering and his head dipping from just the small feeling he gives into completely.
”How did you know that?” Theres a healthy dose of play offense and accusation in Nate’s voice, laughter bright on his face. Slowly, thoughts flood his mind, spill over through the bond. The tingle that shoots down his spine when his hair is played with, how unbelievably tempting Sunjata’s throat looks, all the things he’s ever wanted to say when his mouth was otherwise occupied. ”You reading my mind?” He leans in again, lips pressing against marks that aren’t his again, moments spent gladly lavishing rough attention to bruises, and adding one or two of his own again.
I don’t know if you want me to share. A warning that doesn’t matter at all, with the images already shared with Sunjata, suggestions and fantasies both. Fingers squeeze tighter on the attuned’s hip, holding him steady as Nate’s hips roll, readjusting his husband almost too easily, only half teasing, but entirely showing off.
killed my old self
but the new me isn't much better
but the new me isn't much better
