I'll sweep the stardust for you

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?

Her hands roam across his skin, latching onto horns and wings alike, his body trembles and growling moans slip from his lips as her legs lock and he helps to mold her to better fit him. He thrusts into her, the gleam of sweat lingering along his skin and along her own as they share breaths and sounds, the desk creaks beneath it all, and Sunjata couldn’t care any less about the papers on the edge of the desk that spiral down to the floor.

She tightens more and the tether grows between them tighter and tighter until he’s pressing against her with a bit more intensity, hands roaming and clutching at her, wings flaring beneath her touch when her words color the air. “Kom, Maeve.” He hums to her through panting breaths, and with a final stuttering movement, he thrusts deep into her again and lets the tether snap, burying his face into her neck, panting and growling with the sensation that brings stars behind his eyes, a burning flame in his gut that begins to spread out to numb his limbs.

And he’ll ride it out with her, until he can’t anymore.

so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything