SUNJATA
if the tide takes california, i'm so glad i got to hold ya
He wants to tell Nate he’s surprised by the idea of him looking peaceful at all while sleeping, when the realization hits that he said in his arms. And it only causes more bubbling affection to slip from Sunjata’s end of the bond, pouring into Nate as if he were an empty cup. The groan from Nate has goosebumps rising along his skin as his hands continue their idly sharp pressure, the Attuned twisting around in the hold to catch Nate’s lips and cut off the laughter. It’s a tangle of tongues, one that has Sunjata humming with the imagery in his mind at the words his husband sends across the bond. You’ve got them built in now. He can’t help but to purr back, to let the smirk blossom on the edge of the kiss.
It doesn’t really compare, though, to the sensation of his hand being lifted and pinned back by the holographic hand, Sunjata’s breath stuttering when he pulls away to try and grasp a bit more into his lungs. The hand that’s pinned tests the hand holding him down at the wrist, and when he finds it surprisingly unyielding, the hand that remains on the demigod grows a bit sharper, a bit more insistent. The claws drag up along Nate’s spine to the base of his neck, twisting into the wild curls there, and his legs shift just enough to hook around Nate’s own. And it doesn’t take much for his arousal to be noticed, placed into the position he is.
“Are we doing this the easy way or the hard way?” His voice is a husky purr as he pulls back with a catlike smirk, chin lifting a fraction and exposing his neck, waiting to see whether Nate decides to take the bait, whether it’s worth giving into it now because they can or to make it more difficult for old times sake.
It doesn’t really compare, though, to the sensation of his hand being lifted and pinned back by the holographic hand, Sunjata’s breath stuttering when he pulls away to try and grasp a bit more into his lungs. The hand that’s pinned tests the hand holding him down at the wrist, and when he finds it surprisingly unyielding, the hand that remains on the demigod grows a bit sharper, a bit more insistent. The claws drag up along Nate’s spine to the base of his neck, twisting into the wild curls there, and his legs shift just enough to hook around Nate’s own. And it doesn’t take much for his arousal to be noticed, placed into the position he is.
“Are we doing this the easy way or the hard way?” His voice is a husky purr as he pulls back with a catlike smirk, chin lifting a fraction and exposing his neck, waiting to see whether Nate decides to take the bait, whether it’s worth giving into it now because they can or to make it more difficult for old times sake.
and if the sky falls from heaven above
oh i know i had the best time falling into love
oh i know i had the best time falling into love
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.
