// and i hear your ship is comin' in, your tears a sea for me to swim in
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
The purr is heard mentally and Sunjata can’t help but to press his fingers into Nate harder with it, suddenly breathless as his husband both presses against him and holds him close. Hips roll into his and he shudders with that paired with the nails at his wing, another groan leaving him, the need to tilt his head back and enjoy every bit of it. He doesn’t get that far, though, Nate pulling back and allowing Sunjata just enough clarity to push his hips up against the Ascended, Sunjata’s hand at his back shifting to a clawed form to press and drag the tips along Nate’s spine, the other tangled in raven hair moves to the back of Nate’s neck, pressing down in his greediness.
He’s panting, but the words break through the fog as his head tilts briefly to brush against Nate’s own, horns spiraling from his head as he formulates his answer. “I love you too.” He offers through a hoarse rumble, softening slightly as the coos reach him, a sensation sent down the bond of Sunjata positively melting with the words. I won’t. A quiet vow, mentally, but full of honesty.
Nate’s hips rolling again catches him slightly off guard, a bit of a squirm from Sunjata with a huff. “Ah—” He manages before huffing a breathless laugh, his head angling to offer Nate more space at his neck, the tips of the horns bumping against the headboard with a clack–
“Please?” He gives in, his voice both amused and hoarse and edged with a whine of need.
He’s panting, but the words break through the fog as his head tilts briefly to brush against Nate’s own, horns spiraling from his head as he formulates his answer. “I love you too.” He offers through a hoarse rumble, softening slightly as the coos reach him, a sensation sent down the bond of Sunjata positively melting with the words. I won’t. A quiet vow, mentally, but full of honesty.
Nate’s hips rolling again catches him slightly off guard, a bit of a squirm from Sunjata with a huff. “Ah—” He manages before huffing a breathless laugh, his head angling to offer Nate more space at his neck, the tips of the horns bumping against the headboard with a clack–
“Please?” He gives in, his voice both amused and hoarse and edged with a whine of need.
anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love
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.
