save your eyes for someone brighter than i will ever be
He doesn’t know what to expect in the coming weeks, coming months — what will change and what won’t. Whether Nate decides to stay or whether he decides he can’t. Sunjata is helpless to change the outcome and all he can do is try to quell his waves and wait for what occurs, whether it’s storm clouds or sunshine. For now, though, the waves are calm because she has calmed him. And he’s stayed on track, for the most part, working on himself, on becoming better at realizing where he fails and where he excels. He only hopes that it stays the same.
But his question is aired, hanging in the air as she responds to it and some part of his ego flares with it. His feathers would flare in his preening if he had the shift out. But he doesn’t, and so it’s only a softer edged smirk that leaves him, his slit steel following her as she begins to readjust them. He doesn’t have time to ask what the translation is, because his lips part and she’s slowly sinking onto his cock and the only thing that manages to leave is a cross between a growl and a groan. “Fuck, Maeve.”
His gaze shudders but he keeps his eyes on her, their eyes locking once she’s settled, and his hands trail down to her hips — still gentle and still careful — as his thumbs press into the hollows of her hip bones. He leans back a fraction, readjusting his legs, and thrusts his hips up against her with a shuddering sigh.
But his question is aired, hanging in the air as she responds to it and some part of his ego flares with it. His feathers would flare in his preening if he had the shift out. But he doesn’t, and so it’s only a softer edged smirk that leaves him, his slit steel following her as she begins to readjust them. He doesn’t have time to ask what the translation is, because his lips part and she’s slowly sinking onto his cock and the only thing that manages to leave is a cross between a growl and a groan. “Fuck, Maeve.”
His gaze shudders but he keeps his eyes on her, their eyes locking once she’s settled, and his hands trail down to her hips — still gentle and still careful — as his thumbs press into the hollows of her hip bones. He leans back a fraction, readjusting his legs, and thrusts his hips up against her with a shuddering sigh.
don't hesitate to bring me to my knees
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.
