// so now you've done a little wrong and you need to be forgiven,
by the vicar and the company you keep //
by the vicar and the company you keep //
There isn’t a single doubt in Sunjata’s mind that Nate would take care of him – and it’s that brazen truth that Sunjata sends over, briefly, before he’s losing himself in the only thing he has that makes sense, the only person that can make it all easier, to soothe the ruffled feathers he keeps hidden away but are most certainly battered. And he leans into the way that Nate settles the blanket around them, pulled up where they might otherwise fall.
But they pull away, steel scanning a mixture of steel and electric blue, a soft smolder burning within the attuned as he focuses on those images he sends over, amused at the play offense and accusation in Nate’s tone. Mmm, how did I know that…? He teases back, making a show of tearing his gaze away from Nate to scan the space behind the Ascended as if it might hold the answers. It doesn’t, but he pretends regardless.
His gaze snaps back to his husband, lingering along the beautiful cuts of Nate’s jaw, those sharp cheekbones, even the scar that cleaves his husband’s face. Goosebumps rise along his skin under the thoughts Nate sends back, his head instinctively shifting away to reveal his throat to the Ascended, ever the show of giving into him completely.
A few more marks are added along the soreness of his own, sharp hitches of his breath and a burning light that’s sent to Nate. He stills when Nate’s fingers dig into his hips, the way the Ascended’s hips roll and readjust him, the strength of him something Sunjata still wasn’t used to. But he rides it nonetheless, fingers tightening in Nate’s curls, chin tilting up a fraction more, his other hand shifting so he might wrap his arm around his husband’s shoulders, feeling the warmth bloom within him, pressed tight against each other, skin to skin as they were. It doesn't take much given what occurred in the kitchen, Sunjata already hard with the thoughts and images in his mind, with Nate's showing off. “I want you to share everything.” He purrs, though it’s a mirthless demand, a playful challenge as he’s nuzzling his head into Nate’s, trying to readjust his lover’s head so that he might land his own kisses and shimmery marks beneath the Ascended’s ear, along that sharp jawline, breath raking hot along the pale skin.
But they pull away, steel scanning a mixture of steel and electric blue, a soft smolder burning within the attuned as he focuses on those images he sends over, amused at the play offense and accusation in Nate’s tone. Mmm, how did I know that…? He teases back, making a show of tearing his gaze away from Nate to scan the space behind the Ascended as if it might hold the answers. It doesn’t, but he pretends regardless.
His gaze snaps back to his husband, lingering along the beautiful cuts of Nate’s jaw, those sharp cheekbones, even the scar that cleaves his husband’s face. Goosebumps rise along his skin under the thoughts Nate sends back, his head instinctively shifting away to reveal his throat to the Ascended, ever the show of giving into him completely.
A few more marks are added along the soreness of his own, sharp hitches of his breath and a burning light that’s sent to Nate. He stills when Nate’s fingers dig into his hips, the way the Ascended’s hips roll and readjust him, the strength of him something Sunjata still wasn’t used to. But he rides it nonetheless, fingers tightening in Nate’s curls, chin tilting up a fraction more, his other hand shifting so he might wrap his arm around his husband’s shoulders, feeling the warmth bloom within him, pressed tight against each other, skin to skin as they were. It doesn't take much given what occurred in the kitchen, Sunjata already hard with the thoughts and images in his mind, with Nate's showing off. “I want you to share everything.” He purrs, though it’s a mirthless demand, a playful challenge as he’s nuzzling his head into Nate’s, trying to readjust his lover’s head so that he might land his own kisses and shimmery marks beneath the Ascended’s ear, along that sharp jawline, breath raking hot along the pale skin.
// this is the sin that i will confess to release myself
from consequence and everyone can tell //
from consequence and everyone can tell //
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
