first off, you should know, that my light's on but i ain't home
He doesn’t know yet what awaits him either. And so he’s content to simply be in this moment with her, relishing in the way she moves against him, in the way she presses herself to mold to him. There’s a hint of appreciation for her as well, hidden among the smoldering steel. She leans in for a kiss and he melts into her, talon tips scraping along her skin as his fingers tighten in her hair. But then she’s moving down, along scars and tattoos and he lifts one hand from her to tuck it behind his head, watching her slow descent with that same smolder.
He makes room for her to perch between his legs, his hips rising a bit to help her lower them, breathing in a sigh of relief as he’s freed from the restraint of his pants after all, and the hand in her hair remains to playfully twirl a bit of the curls through ebony fingertips. A feline smirk crosses his face as he watches her, as he settles in. “I did like it. Very much.” He assures her with a wink, humming a breathy laugh before he’s running a claw against the skin of her neck. “You’re going to let me this time?” He smirks to her, relishing in the idea of it.
He makes room for her to perch between his legs, his hips rising a bit to help her lower them, breathing in a sigh of relief as he’s freed from the restraint of his pants after all, and the hand in her hair remains to playfully twirl a bit of the curls through ebony fingertips. A feline smirk crosses his face as he watches her, as he settles in. “I did like it. Very much.” He assures her with a wink, humming a breathy laugh before he’s running a claw against the skin of her neck. “You’re going to let me this time?” He smirks to her, relishing in the idea of it.
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.
