let the whole world look in

// so now you've done a little wrong and you need to be forgiven,
by the vicar and the company you keep //

Having Nate back, the one person that knows all the buttons to press, all the thoughts that burn through his mind, it fires him up even more. And he burns and burns, electrical pulses through his body as he gives his husband almost everything he wants. Almost, because the attuned can feel the way Nate’s hands twitch, the way he seems to pause and stumble, however brief. It’s enough for Sunjata to throw himself more into it.

At least, temporarily. Because then Nate’s keeping him still, teeth dragging along his neck, over marks and scars, over that specific spot that Nate has chosen to be his. And he slows in such an excruciating way it has Sunjata attempting to move, but knowing he can’t. So instead, he swallows hard, feels that shifting within his throat as his mind comes forth, a bit of a treat because Nate’s been gone so long.

Sunjata crackles and crumbles under it, chest heaving, fingers tightening and running through dark hair to pale shoulders, claws dragging along the skin there until he pauses by Nate’s bicep and he can’t quite handle it anymore. He presses himself in closer, digs those claws in, a throaty and hoarse mental rumble is given. Please.

// this is the sin that i will confess to release myself
from consequence and everyone can tell //

SUNJATA