the sea speaks a little more honestly
Finn’s legs hit the bed and he sinks while Sunjata discards his own shirt into a heap along with Finn’s. The other man reaches up, pulling him down and Sunjata goes willingly, quietly relishing once more in the softness of the bed, rolling onto his back the moment that Finn’s lips begin to trail along lightning scars and ink. Sunjata's hands rise to Finn’s own skin, calloused hands dancing along his sides, keeping him close as one hand rises into Finn’s hair.
“I would love nothing more.” He rumbles, pulling all of his shifts back into himself so that he might regard Finn a bit more casually, curiously, the beginning of a smolder growing in his gaze. “What did you have in mind?” He asks, shifting a bit beneath Finn as one hand leaves the man to tuck behind his own head, jostling Finn a fraction as he readjusts his legs.
“I would love nothing more.” He rumbles, pulling all of his shifts back into himself so that he might regard Finn a bit more casually, curiously, the beginning of a smolder growing in his gaze. “What did you have in mind?” He asks, shifting a bit beneath Finn as one hand leaves the man to tuck behind his own head, jostling Finn a fraction as he readjusts his legs.
to those who are willing to drown
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.
