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 shy when she takes a chance to look. She could for as long as she wanted to, truth be told, so long as he gets to distract himself more. There are a few scars here that trail down that she hasn’t seen yet, a few more shark bites that flow down his legs, the indent of a gunshot wound to his thigh, the peppering scar that hadn’t had much of a chance to take hold from where Hotaru stabbed him in the very same leg. And all the while, he focuses on her touch, on her attention, drowning in it because he doesn’t know how long it’ll be until he gets to be like this again.
There’s a hard swallow he gives her, the huff of air that slips from his nose as she strokes him with a loose grip, a shudder that runs down his spine that’s met with his claws digging into the wood a fraction. A trembling, breathy laugh leaves him at her words, however, a fanged smirk sent down her way as she begins to trail down. “Good.” He assures her before he’s keeping that smirk on his face. “I can’t wait.” His voice is deeper, smokier, watching her as she sinks to her knees. His hand retracts to brace on the desk with the other, his steel gaze locking onto her as he sets his jaw, humming a quiet sound from his throat as he feels the warmth of her tongue.
“Fuck.” He grits out immediately. And gods if this wasn’t a perfect distraction. His gaze meets hers, locks on, ensuring she’s ready before his arms tremble and he gives into her, his hips shifting a touch slowly at first to slip his cock into her waiting mouth, trembling on a bit of his restraint as he sucks down a sharp breath. This is her wheelhouse now, and Sunjata finds himself instinctively stilling himself before she can take too much of him, to withdraw a touch and press in again.
There’s a hard swallow he gives her, the huff of air that slips from his nose as she strokes him with a loose grip, a shudder that runs down his spine that’s met with his claws digging into the wood a fraction. A trembling, breathy laugh leaves him at her words, however, a fanged smirk sent down her way as she begins to trail down. “Good.” He assures her before he’s keeping that smirk on his face. “I can’t wait.” His voice is deeper, smokier, watching her as she sinks to her knees. His hand retracts to brace on the desk with the other, his steel gaze locking onto her as he sets his jaw, humming a quiet sound from his throat as he feels the warmth of her tongue.
“Fuck.” He grits out immediately. And gods if this wasn’t a perfect distraction. His gaze meets hers, locks on, ensuring she’s ready before his arms tremble and he gives into her, his hips shifting a touch slowly at first to slip his cock into her waiting mouth, trembling on a bit of his restraint as he sucks down a sharp breath. This is her wheelhouse now, and Sunjata finds himself instinctively stilling himself before she can take too much of him, to withdraw a touch and press in again.
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.
