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 slips inside her with a surprising amount of ease, a groan low in his throat escaping as he pulls away from her neck and pulls out a bit so he can catch her lips with his own and sink back into her. He can feel her tighten around him and it sends a shiver down his spine, a racking sensation that has him moaning against her. He’s slow at first, to give her time to adjust, despite how greedy and needy he’s becoming, and that tether grows ever closer the more her words paint the air, the tighter and greedier she grows too.
His hands leave her thighs, one trailing to the small of her back to help sink her further, to arch against him, while the other trails up against her spine, tearing his fingers through her hair again and tugging at the dark strands there. He tries to use it to his advantage, an almost frantic need within him to pick up his pace, to press as far into her as he can go, to wind her up just as she’s wound him up.
Their foreheads meet, eventually, Sunjata needing to break the kiss for his panting breaths, for his strong lungs to heave as much air in as he can, sinking into her over and over again, desperate to make her just as clingy and greedy as he is.
His hands leave her thighs, one trailing to the small of her back to help sink her further, to arch against him, while the other trails up against her spine, tearing his fingers through her hair again and tugging at the dark strands there. He tries to use it to his advantage, an almost frantic need within him to pick up his pace, to press as far into her as he can go, to wind her up just as she’s wound him up.
Their foreheads meet, eventually, Sunjata needing to break the kiss for his panting breaths, for his strong lungs to heave as much air in as he can, sinking into her over and over again, desperate to make her just as clingy and greedy as he is.
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.
