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
With Sunjata stretched out before him, pinned and helpless and bare, it’s no wonder that Nate can’t help himself. That a greedy hand explores across every expanse of bared skin, barely there touches tracing along muscles and scars and ink with the same distant reverence, the same gentle care. He could stay here all day, simply touching, exploring, making Sunjata shiver.
If it wasn’t for the reaction when he shifted pieces of him, maybe he would have simply stuck to maddeningly light touches. The smirk on Nate’s face grows downright dangerous, stretched wide around sharp teeth. Nates faux arms tighten their grip, while the scaled one finishes its trip down, those thin red lines sweeping to the side while the hand wraps around Sunjata’s hip tightly, holding him steady for the next press of Nate’s hips. ”What should I do with you darling?” A claw tipped finger on his other hand circles the attuned’s nipple while Nate licks his lip, his gaze intense, piercing, no less than it was with two eyes.
”Oh sonskyn.” Nate leans in to press his lips against the heady rush of pulse in his husbands throat, a cool breath exhaling over the dozens of scars that sit there. ”You're not going to flatter your way out of your punishment you know.” His hand moves to tap tap tap at the constellation tattoo, Nate’s nose wrinkling in distaste against before the claw presses in deeper than it had before, two rough letters left just deep enough to scar on the attuned’s left side. NW.
Rising to admire his handiwork, Nate let’s a brilliant smile cross his face, leaning in briefly to press a kiss, then his tongue, to the new mark. I’m glad you like being under me. He admits silently, hand rising to brush gently through Sunjata’s hair, to grip firmly around the base of his horns and tug his head back.
If it wasn’t for the reaction when he shifted pieces of him, maybe he would have simply stuck to maddeningly light touches. The smirk on Nate’s face grows downright dangerous, stretched wide around sharp teeth. Nates faux arms tighten their grip, while the scaled one finishes its trip down, those thin red lines sweeping to the side while the hand wraps around Sunjata’s hip tightly, holding him steady for the next press of Nate’s hips. ”What should I do with you darling?” A claw tipped finger on his other hand circles the attuned’s nipple while Nate licks his lip, his gaze intense, piercing, no less than it was with two eyes.
”Oh sonskyn.” Nate leans in to press his lips against the heady rush of pulse in his husbands throat, a cool breath exhaling over the dozens of scars that sit there. ”You're not going to flatter your way out of your punishment you know.” His hand moves to tap tap tap at the constellation tattoo, Nate’s nose wrinkling in distaste against before the claw presses in deeper than it had before, two rough letters left just deep enough to scar on the attuned’s left side. NW.
Rising to admire his handiwork, Nate let’s a brilliant smile cross his face, leaning in briefly to press a kiss, then his tongue, to the new mark. I’m glad you like being under me. He admits silently, hand rising to brush gently through Sunjata’s hair, to grip firmly around the base of his horns and tug his head back.
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
