SUNJATA
if the tide takes california, i'm so glad i got to hold ya
His body is going to be marked, bruised and wonderful. Reminders of the first morning they can touch, reminders that everything was going to work out between them and he doesn’t have to worry about it any longer. Nate’s decided to stay, evident in the way their bodies press together, in the marks pressed to his skin, in the scars that’ll be left behind. Luckily for Nate, though, the bite has distracted him from trying to press up against the arms that hold him back, the groan breaking out of his throat that’s desperate and needy.
“Gods—” He manages audibly and mentally, a fraction before the next bite streaks through him like lightning and his heart thunders again, that edge growing closer as Nate’s teeth are buried in and it’s all Sunjata’s wanted since this started. It drives him wild and reckless, even more so as Nate’s hands shift and Sunjata’s wrists are free, free to rise and lower to Nate’s spine and neck, to drag his fingers through dark curls and press Nate’s mouth to his neck further in case he’d thought about pulling away.
You have enough of them. He tries to jest in return, hips trembling with the automatic thrust as Nate’s hand wraps around his cock, the sharp inhale of a hitched breath. And it’s too much, it’s overwhelming and incredible and Sunjata doesn’t even realize how close to falling over the edge he’s gotten until it’s there and his fingers tighten in Nate’s hair, grip along his shoulder tightly enough to bruise if Nate could, as a moan tears through his throat as he trembles and breaks.
“Gods—” He manages audibly and mentally, a fraction before the next bite streaks through him like lightning and his heart thunders again, that edge growing closer as Nate’s teeth are buried in and it’s all Sunjata’s wanted since this started. It drives him wild and reckless, even more so as Nate’s hands shift and Sunjata’s wrists are free, free to rise and lower to Nate’s spine and neck, to drag his fingers through dark curls and press Nate’s mouth to his neck further in case he’d thought about pulling away.
You have enough of them. He tries to jest in return, hips trembling with the automatic thrust as Nate’s hand wraps around his cock, the sharp inhale of a hitched breath. And it’s too much, it’s overwhelming and incredible and Sunjata doesn’t even realize how close to falling over the edge he’s gotten until it’s there and his fingers tighten in Nate’s hair, grip along his shoulder tightly enough to bruise if Nate could, as a moan tears through his throat as he trembles and breaks.
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.
