SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
Another low hum slips from him as his finger dips into her and she immediately tightens around it, a feature of which has him readjusting the pace a fraction with her help, falling into one easily as his nose brushes against hers and he wonders what it is she’ll do to distract him further. She speaks and when she does it’s staggered and paused, her pleasure quite evident in the way she moves for him.
She finishes speaking, painting a picture in his mind, and he wonders if it was even worth doing it here, if perhaps he should have moved them to the office space, if only to hear her more clearly. For now, however, he’s content to muffle her sounds with his kiss, a brief moment of more fervor that goes into his movements, and when she breaks the kiss and their foreheads press together, it’s all Sunjata can do to keep from panting more fully. “I think I could handle that.” He murmurs, letting that smirk flicker along his face before he’s tilting his head up a fraction.
There’s a flush to his cheeks and his neck, a wildness to his movements that try to draw her climax for her, tries to draw it to the surface if only so he can indulge a bit more. He leans against her, trailing that other hand down to grasp her hip with the clawed hand, pressing her down against his hand again and again before he’s leaning in and trailing kisses along her jaw to her ear. “The question is whether you want to torture me here or somewhere a bit more private?” It’s a hoarse and husky question that is whispered in her ear.
Still, he awaits her decision, aching yet pleasantly distracted as he helps her reach that edge, waiting to see whether she wishes to continue this somewhere else rather than here.
She finishes speaking, painting a picture in his mind, and he wonders if it was even worth doing it here, if perhaps he should have moved them to the office space, if only to hear her more clearly. For now, however, he’s content to muffle her sounds with his kiss, a brief moment of more fervor that goes into his movements, and when she breaks the kiss and their foreheads press together, it’s all Sunjata can do to keep from panting more fully. “I think I could handle that.” He murmurs, letting that smirk flicker along his face before he’s tilting his head up a fraction.
There’s a flush to his cheeks and his neck, a wildness to his movements that try to draw her climax for her, tries to draw it to the surface if only so he can indulge a bit more. He leans against her, trailing that other hand down to grasp her hip with the clawed hand, pressing her down against his hand again and again before he’s leaning in and trailing kisses along her jaw to her ear. “The question is whether you want to torture me here or somewhere a bit more private?” It’s a hoarse and husky question that is whispered in her ear.
Still, he awaits her decision, aching yet pleasantly distracted as he helps her reach that edge, waiting to see whether she wishes to continue this somewhere else rather than here.
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
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.
