SUNJATA
if the tide takes california, i'm so glad i got to hold ya
He might be holding his breath, he isn’t too sure. All he knows is that it leaves him when Nate’s suggestion reaches him, when the thought sparks and drives him into a selfish, hopeful moment. It’s a moment that passes as soon as it arrives, though, his breath slipping out of him in a sigh. Nate’s head tilts with the direction Sunjata tugs him, and the sharpened smirk that’s aimed his way has him shivering, wanting so desperately to give in, to let Nate ravage him gladly. But he doesn’t, not as the idea of making it up to Nate by making it more difficult and prolonging it out crosses through his mind.
They’ve always been good at this, anyway. I do. He agrees with a husky purr, one that’s edged with the shifts that dance beneath his skin. But he knows well enough to not ask what Nate would have him do to make it up to him, and instead chooses to decide on the go. He’s always been better at spontaneity, anyway. So the clothes slip off and it’s skin on skin for the first time in what feels like a lifetime, and Sunjata has to bite his cheek against the retort he wants to give — because that other holographic arm is rising, is pulling his hand away, and fuck Nate’s gotten strong. There’s hardly a chance to challenge it before that arm is pinned too, and he’s left peering up at his husband with hunger and desire and a protectiveness that lingers in the steel of his gaze.
His words are a balm, something among everything else that lightens him, but it’s nothing compared to the claws that appear, for the horns that spiral through Nate’s hair, and Sunjata visibly shivers with it, goosebumps rising against his skin tenfold. “Fuck.” Claws rake down his chest, straight through tattoos and ink and scars and with the red lines left in their wake, he growls his approval, his need as Nate’s hips roll and Sunjata aches further with the way they’re pressed together. His hands continue to press against the holographic arms that keep him pinned, while his gaze grows heavy lidded and full of lust and desire.
His body aches for the attention, his cock hard and waiting, while his mind tries to pull together his thoughts into something that might make sense. But it’s hard to piece together, his back arching slightly as his chin tilts up and he looks up at his husband with a gaze of smoldering steel. I love it when you’re like this… He pauses, allowing his own horns to spiral around his head, the tips of his canines sharpening to points to mimic his husband. “Especially… When you’re using a piece of me.” He purrs, broken up by the way his breath hitches and his traitorous hips try to roll against Nate again. “And that look… in your eye when you have the upper hand… Gods, you are incredible.” His voice lowers, huskier more and more as he feels his heartbeat thump in his ears, as he feels it against his neck.
They’ve always been good at this, anyway. I do. He agrees with a husky purr, one that’s edged with the shifts that dance beneath his skin. But he knows well enough to not ask what Nate would have him do to make it up to him, and instead chooses to decide on the go. He’s always been better at spontaneity, anyway. So the clothes slip off and it’s skin on skin for the first time in what feels like a lifetime, and Sunjata has to bite his cheek against the retort he wants to give — because that other holographic arm is rising, is pulling his hand away, and fuck Nate’s gotten strong. There’s hardly a chance to challenge it before that arm is pinned too, and he’s left peering up at his husband with hunger and desire and a protectiveness that lingers in the steel of his gaze.
His words are a balm, something among everything else that lightens him, but it’s nothing compared to the claws that appear, for the horns that spiral through Nate’s hair, and Sunjata visibly shivers with it, goosebumps rising against his skin tenfold. “Fuck.” Claws rake down his chest, straight through tattoos and ink and scars and with the red lines left in their wake, he growls his approval, his need as Nate’s hips roll and Sunjata aches further with the way they’re pressed together. His hands continue to press against the holographic arms that keep him pinned, while his gaze grows heavy lidded and full of lust and desire.
His body aches for the attention, his cock hard and waiting, while his mind tries to pull together his thoughts into something that might make sense. But it’s hard to piece together, his back arching slightly as his chin tilts up and he looks up at his husband with a gaze of smoldering steel. I love it when you’re like this… He pauses, allowing his own horns to spiral around his head, the tips of his canines sharpening to points to mimic his husband. “Especially… When you’re using a piece of me.” He purrs, broken up by the way his breath hitches and his traitorous hips try to roll against Nate again. “And that look… in your eye when you have the upper hand… Gods, you are incredible.” His voice lowers, huskier more and more as he feels his heartbeat thump in his ears, as he feels it against his neck.
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.
