don't you know i'm no good for you?
Nate continues to pepper him with kisses, kisses that Sunjata doesn’t think he deserves (he never will) but he soaks them up like the touch starved, broken man that he is. He presses into every single one of them until his question is uttered, so incredibly selfish, he isn’t sure Nate will even agree, given the past few hours, past the last few moments of stripping themselves bare to one another in a way that they hadn’t so much before.
He doesn’t expect the agreement to come so swift, but there’s a pulse of love and so much adoration that seeps from him into Nate that he doesn’t notice the extra arms tightening at first. He’s kept his eyes closed, relishing in this moment, pretending that if he thinks hard enough that the blanket disappears and it’s just them. And then Nate’s lifting him and Sunjata tucks in tight, arms moving with the blankets to wrap around Nate’s neck, the blanket acting as if it were a scarf, and he presses his face into Nate’s chest. “Fuck, you’ve gotten so strong, Skatjie.” He manages with a weak, hiccup of a laugh through the rest of the tangle of emotions.
They make it upstairs in no time, though, Sunjata only managing a silent glance at Pemota before he’s in the bed and Nate’s with him. And he continues to let that vulnerability seep through him, so much so as he buries his face into Nate’s shoulder, over a blanket and stuffing the space between them with another. Small, vulnerable, fragile. But it doesn’t matter when it comes to his husband and his strong arms, the fact that it feels like when they’re together they could devour the world whole.
Perhaps they will.
He doesn’t expect the agreement to come so swift, but there’s a pulse of love and so much adoration that seeps from him into Nate that he doesn’t notice the extra arms tightening at first. He’s kept his eyes closed, relishing in this moment, pretending that if he thinks hard enough that the blanket disappears and it’s just them. And then Nate’s lifting him and Sunjata tucks in tight, arms moving with the blankets to wrap around Nate’s neck, the blanket acting as if it were a scarf, and he presses his face into Nate’s chest. “Fuck, you’ve gotten so strong, Skatjie.” He manages with a weak, hiccup of a laugh through the rest of the tangle of emotions.
They make it upstairs in no time, though, Sunjata only managing a silent glance at Pemota before he’s in the bed and Nate’s with him. And he continues to let that vulnerability seep through him, so much so as he buries his face into Nate’s shoulder, over a blanket and stuffing the space between them with another. Small, vulnerable, fragile. But it doesn’t matter when it comes to his husband and his strong arms, the fact that it feels like when they’re together they could devour the world whole.
Perhaps they will.
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
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.
