first off, you should know, that my light's on but i ain't home
“I guess so.” He rumbles, pressing another kias to her neck as more of it is exposed, trailing to the space beneath her ear. Her hands take on an exploratory trail of their own, however, running along muscle and tattoos, and finally airing a breath of relief as her hands loosen his pants. But that doesn’t quite last either, not as she’s rolling them and Sunjata finds himself with his back to the sheets, peering up at her with a feline smirk to match her grin. “Mm, well…” Her hips rock lightly, pressing against his still trapped hardness in a way that has his breath hitching with a sharp inhale, has his hips rolling up instinctively.
Her question is met with a small smirk, his hands trailing along her skin until she’s rolling her hips again, proving to him just how warm and wet she is above him, pressing against the clothes that still trap him, and Sunjata hums a quiet sound of need beneath his breath. He hardly has time to respond, because she’s pressing against him once more, lowering herself so their lips can meet and Sunjata greedily drinks her in.
His chin tilts up as she leaves his lips to blaze a trail along his neck, his hands rising to run talons along her sides, starting from her thighs and drawing up and up and up to her shoulder in a slow swipe. “I think you could.” He agrees before he’s cut off abruptly with the mark left, an instinctive roll of his hips again, cock aching from the entrapment. He hums a quiet sound as he presses himself against her torso, trailing those clawed hands up her spine. “I think we both would enjoy the ride.” He purrs to her, breathy but confident, punctuating his words with another press of his hips, another drag of his claws.
Her question is met with a small smirk, his hands trailing along her skin until she’s rolling her hips again, proving to him just how warm and wet she is above him, pressing against the clothes that still trap him, and Sunjata hums a quiet sound of need beneath his breath. He hardly has time to respond, because she’s pressing against him once more, lowering herself so their lips can meet and Sunjata greedily drinks her in.
His chin tilts up as she leaves his lips to blaze a trail along his neck, his hands rising to run talons along her sides, starting from her thighs and drawing up and up and up to her shoulder in a slow swipe. “I think you could.” He agrees before he’s cut off abruptly with the mark left, an instinctive roll of his hips again, cock aching from the entrapment. He hums a quiet sound as he presses himself against her torso, trailing those clawed hands up her spine. “I think we both would enjoy the ride.” He purrs to her, breathy but confident, punctuating his words with another press of his hips, another drag of his claws.
up high, but i stay low
SuNJATA
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.
