NATE
we've been living on a fault line
and for a while you were all mine
and for a while you were all mine
For a single hopeful second, it seems like Nate might simply give in, might just dip into his desperate, hungry sense and wrap his hand around Sunjata’s cock. There would be something so easily satisfying in it, in dragging his husband to the edge immediately, Nate letting the feeling leak out of him, a suggestion planted in the bond. It’s not what happens, his fingers curling, a pressure teased and then removed within a heartbeat.
No, he’s going to play with his food, and then savour it.
A breath sighs from Nate as his head follows the hand in his hair easily, the edges of his smiling curling up into something sharp, predatory. A smug, oily feeling seeps into the bond as his one eye follows the trail Sunjata’s tongue swipes across his lip. I think, his hands slips frustratingly away from the motion of his husbands hips, that you have some making up to do, Sunny. Lifting himself up and away just long enough to slide the barrier of clothing off completely, Nate settles back in with a purr.
His other holographic hand appears wrapped around Sunjata’s wrist already, fingers moving up along tanned skin to gently pull the clawed fingers from his hair, and then dragging the attuned’s hand down to the bed. It’s a different kind of selfishness, just as there’s a different kind of hunger in Nate’s gaze as he leans up, keeping their hips flush. You’re so pretty. He hums softly, claws tipping his fingers and scales growing down to his elbows. Those borrowed points drag down Sunjata’s chest, leaving thin red lines in their wakes as Nate’s hips roll. I thought about you every day I was gone you know, and it never came close to the real thing. Theres the edge of something depraved in his growl, which grows deeper and rougher as horns spiral back through messy curls.
No, he’s going to play with his food, and then savour it.
A breath sighs from Nate as his head follows the hand in his hair easily, the edges of his smiling curling up into something sharp, predatory. A smug, oily feeling seeps into the bond as his one eye follows the trail Sunjata’s tongue swipes across his lip. I think, his hands slips frustratingly away from the motion of his husbands hips, that you have some making up to do, Sunny. Lifting himself up and away just long enough to slide the barrier of clothing off completely, Nate settles back in with a purr.
His other holographic hand appears wrapped around Sunjata’s wrist already, fingers moving up along tanned skin to gently pull the clawed fingers from his hair, and then dragging the attuned’s hand down to the bed. It’s a different kind of selfishness, just as there’s a different kind of hunger in Nate’s gaze as he leans up, keeping their hips flush. You’re so pretty. He hums softly, claws tipping his fingers and scales growing down to his elbows. Those borrowed points drag down Sunjata’s chest, leaving thin red lines in their wakes as Nate’s hips roll. I thought about you every day I was gone you know, and it never came close to the real thing. Theres the edge of something depraved in his growl, which grows deeper and rougher as horns spiral back through messy curls.
i've spent a lifetime, giving you my heart
i swear that i'll be yours forever,
'til forever falls apart
i swear that i'll be yours forever,
'til forever falls apart
