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 //

He burns and he burns, until he doesn’t anymore – until it’s a simmer and exhaustion clings to every bone in his body, until Nate’s actions grow softer and gentler, a closeness and tenderness that Sunjata always craved. He’s cut off in his mental stream of words, a blanketed warmth that spreads over him as Nate adjusts them, his husband’s voice a warm purr in his mind and aloud, something Sunjata can’t quite reciprocate as much as he wants to.

But he tries, in the way that he remains easy to move and adjust until he’s where Nate wants him, arms slipping around the Ascended as his head finds its place in the crook of his neck, a blanket draped around them that keeps them close, keeps the warm body of Sunjata’s an inferno between the closeness of the two of them and the blankets that trap in heat. It’s not like he minds, however, settled easily against Nate’s skin, feeling the dance of fingers down his back and the lips pressed to his forehead.

I’m sorry about your arm. He murmurs, one hand unwrapping from around his husband to run along Nate’s arm, to the wounds he’d caused there, his head nuzzling into the crook of the Ascended’s neck, keeping himself close and simply running by feeling alone, to seek out the raised skin, the slight slickness of fluid.

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

SUNJATA