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?
He has a bit of a plan now, one that has him focusing on her more fully, a combined effort between her hips that grind against him and his hand that thrusts into her. And his head drifts ever closer to her, peppering her skin with kisses, a husky whisper given in her ear, remaining there as she turns her own head toward him — still with that catlike smirk on his face. “Good.” He murmurs as their lips crash together again. It doesn’t last as the tether snaps for her and she’s latching onto his neck, an ”ah—” that slips from his lips before he clamps his jaw shut.
He rides out the wave with her until she collapses, until his touch grows a bit more gentle if not needier, letting her collapse against him as he goes to remove his hand. The wings remain wrapped around them like a blanket, tucked below her shoulders, and his clawed hand gives idle strokes along her spine. He waits long enough for her to recover just enough to be able to move them, before his horned head is nuzzling in against her neck, against her shoulder.
“Ready?” He rumbles, hardly giving her time to consider it as he readjusts her legs a fraction around his hips, keeps the wings and his hands to help support her when his muscles flex to stand. It’ll be a fraction difficult to get there, but he manages to stand with her in his arms, his hips pressed against hers as his head lifts to see exactly where he’s heading. He imagines they don’t need anything else down here for the moment, so he immediately begins the trek to his office with her melting against him.
The stairs are the hardest part, he finds, but after a little bit of time they manage it, before Sunjata’s shouldering them through the dark wood door of his office and shutting it behind them. His office is complete with an entertaining space, his desk in the center, a variety of chairs, but all the lights are off. It isn’t a problem for Sunjata who moves straight for his desk, slipping papers around and books, in order to make space for her. And when he sets her down he hovers over her, leaving the option completely up to her. “Lights or no lights?” Because even in the inky darkness theyre in now, Sunjata can still see quite clearly with his eyes the way they are.
He rides out the wave with her until she collapses, until his touch grows a bit more gentle if not needier, letting her collapse against him as he goes to remove his hand. The wings remain wrapped around them like a blanket, tucked below her shoulders, and his clawed hand gives idle strokes along her spine. He waits long enough for her to recover just enough to be able to move them, before his horned head is nuzzling in against her neck, against her shoulder.
“Ready?” He rumbles, hardly giving her time to consider it as he readjusts her legs a fraction around his hips, keeps the wings and his hands to help support her when his muscles flex to stand. It’ll be a fraction difficult to get there, but he manages to stand with her in his arms, his hips pressed against hers as his head lifts to see exactly where he’s heading. He imagines they don’t need anything else down here for the moment, so he immediately begins the trek to his office with her melting against him.
The stairs are the hardest part, he finds, but after a little bit of time they manage it, before Sunjata’s shouldering them through the dark wood door of his office and shutting it behind them. His office is complete with an entertaining space, his desk in the center, a variety of chairs, but all the lights are off. It isn’t a problem for Sunjata who moves straight for his desk, slipping papers around and books, in order to make space for her. And when he sets her down he hovers over her, leaving the option completely up to her. “Lights or no lights?” Because even in the inky darkness theyre in now, Sunjata can still see quite clearly with his eyes the way they are.
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.
