if you really don't mind, take me as i am, take me as i am, when you get a chance
take your time, i understand, believe me when i say i carry all my sins
take your time, i understand, believe me when i say i carry all my sins
Fingers stroke through Sunjata's hair, along his skin, trying to be soothing. For the both of them. Nate tries to focus only on the pressure of his husband on top of him, on the barely-there warmth under his hand. Tries to let that stifle everything else, with very little success.
All at once, Nate figures out his escape plan, his way out of this, without lying. It's a surprise. The words are a smooth rumble, that anxiety choked out suddenly, replaced by an almost greasy warmth, more desperation than anything else. Please, please drop it, let it just be this. You don't want to ruin it, do you? Nate tilts, pressing his cheek against the tickle of his husband's hair, his lips pulled up into something that feels like a smile, where neither of them can actually see it.
Do you want to go up to bed? The suggestion is made without Nate actually moving, waiting for Sunjata to answer. The floor here is as comfortable for him as anywhere else, and with the attuned on top of him he has to be comfortable as well. I can carry you upstairs if you want to fall asleep here instead. All of this is temporary, is a bandage, the dam still leaking, still groaning under pressure. But he won't break tonight. He can't.
All at once, Nate figures out his escape plan, his way out of this, without lying. It's a surprise. The words are a smooth rumble, that anxiety choked out suddenly, replaced by an almost greasy warmth, more desperation than anything else. Please, please drop it, let it just be this. You don't want to ruin it, do you? Nate tilts, pressing his cheek against the tickle of his husband's hair, his lips pulled up into something that feels like a smile, where neither of them can actually see it.
Do you want to go up to bed? The suggestion is made without Nate actually moving, waiting for Sunjata to answer. The floor here is as comfortable for him as anywhere else, and with the attuned on top of him he has to be comfortable as well. I can carry you upstairs if you want to fall asleep here instead. All of this is temporary, is a bandage, the dam still leaking, still groaning under pressure. But he won't break tonight. He can't.
NATE
