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 isn’t complaining about the bite, the mark along his skin. It had worked after all, to keep her quieter, but now a change of scenery is in store. He readjusts her, lifts her, and the trek to the office is made out to be quite a bit of a struggle all things considered. She presses and moves against him, certainly keeping him on edge evident by the way he hisses and swallows hard with each roll of her hips.
But they finally make it and he’s setting her down, hands braced on the desk as her hand cups his cheek, as he’s guided down into a kiss with her. It breaks when she gives her answer, Sunjata’s muscles flexing slightly as he goes to push off the desk, to light some of the lanterns in the office space, when he’s stilled by the trek her hands take, by the pressure applied in addition to the pants still worn on his aching length. He shudders slightly, a hitch of his breath, pulling away from her despite how much he doesn’t want to. “I did.” He agrees, distractedly, nipping at her lower lip before he finds it in himself to pull away.
“I still intend on letting you.” He adds as an extra assurance, stepping over to the drawer of the desk to grab the matches, his wings folding back neatly along his spine while he deals with the flame. He lights the lantern attached to his desk with one match, taking it to another that hangs overhead, before he blows out the match and drops it in the ashtray on the side of his desk where his chair sits. And he returns, his slit steel gaze sliding over her, focused intensely on her as he waits to see what she thinks. “Is that enough light for you?” He hums, a question given before his horned head is tilting, fully expecting her to place him where she wants him. After all, he’d had his fun, now it was her turn.
But they finally make it and he’s setting her down, hands braced on the desk as her hand cups his cheek, as he’s guided down into a kiss with her. It breaks when she gives her answer, Sunjata’s muscles flexing slightly as he goes to push off the desk, to light some of the lanterns in the office space, when he’s stilled by the trek her hands take, by the pressure applied in addition to the pants still worn on his aching length. He shudders slightly, a hitch of his breath, pulling away from her despite how much he doesn’t want to. “I did.” He agrees, distractedly, nipping at her lower lip before he finds it in himself to pull away.
“I still intend on letting you.” He adds as an extra assurance, stepping over to the drawer of the desk to grab the matches, his wings folding back neatly along his spine while he deals with the flame. He lights the lantern attached to his desk with one match, taking it to another that hangs overhead, before he blows out the match and drops it in the ashtray on the side of his desk where his chair sits. And he returns, his slit steel gaze sliding over her, focused intensely on her as he waits to see what she thinks. “Is that enough light for you?” He hums, a question given before his horned head is tilting, fully expecting her to place him where she wants him. After all, he’d had his fun, now it was her turn.
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.
