let the whole world look in

NATE

The more he winds Sunjata up, the more he winds himself up. It’s a simple enough equation, but Nate can’t seem to figure it out, can seem to fill the yawning need in him that only grows and grows. All he can do is soak in everything he drags from his husband, everything offered up freely. Nate rolls his hips up again, just as slowly as his hand moves, a heavy groan released in his husbands ear, just for him.

He is undone completely by one word, a guttural, silent plea that sends him surging forwards with enough force to have Sunjata on his back suddenly, teeth in his throat and hands dragging through his hair, working his cock frantically. There are claws in Nate’s arm, slick with fluid, but all Nate can focus on is the blood singing through him, the tidal wave of sensation washing through the bond. It would be overwhelming alone, but with everything else it has to be too much, has to be enough to snap the thread of tension and need.

Not that that thought slows him at all, or has him pulling back. He’s been gone so long. Nate wants to draw this out, wants to drag it out until it’s too much, until it’s almost painful. Until Sunjata begs him to stop. I love you so much Sunny. You’re so fucking perfect like this. Possessiveness swells in him, stronger than it ever has been before, and leaking towards Sunjata despite his best efforts.

killed my old self
but the new me isn't much better