right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
She sits up a bit more fully, which just supplies more weight against him even as her hand braces against his chest, as her fingers twist in the fabric of his shirt. He watches her and she agrees, and then Sunjata’s tilting forward just barely a fraction of an inch, as if his lips ghosting by her own are playful enough. “First, it’s just this once.” His voice is already a bit rougher, thicker and deeper with the lust as it simmers through him.
His hands shift back into regular, calloused ones, ones that rise and skate along her sides, drifting up to the camisole that’s fallen off of her shoulders, pulling it down further, exposing more of her skin, even if his head doesn’t drift closer to her to close the distance. Instead, his head tilts, while his hands ghost against the pale, bare skin there. “Second, it’s a favor.” His accent has him purring the ‘R’ at the end. “And third?” He pulls his head away a bit, chin tilting up as he readjusts his legs, hips pressing up in the process. He regards her carefully, tongue slowly running across his lower lip, smoldering steel meets her face, before he’s tilting his head back toward her, cheek brushing against her own as his lips brush her ear. “Third, I’m not going to cum in you.” And he’s still going to put on protection regardless.
He withdraws a fraction, gaze watching her a moment, waiting to see how she reacts. It’s his own way to ensure there’s little to no mishaps aside from those already made.
His hands shift back into regular, calloused ones, ones that rise and skate along her sides, drifting up to the camisole that’s fallen off of her shoulders, pulling it down further, exposing more of her skin, even if his head doesn’t drift closer to her to close the distance. Instead, his head tilts, while his hands ghost against the pale, bare skin there. “Second, it’s a favor.” His accent has him purring the ‘R’ at the end. “And third?” He pulls his head away a bit, chin tilting up as he readjusts his legs, hips pressing up in the process. He regards her carefully, tongue slowly running across his lower lip, smoldering steel meets her face, before he’s tilting his head back toward her, cheek brushing against her own as his lips brush her ear. “Third, I’m not going to cum in you.” And he’s still going to put on protection regardless.
He withdraws a fraction, gaze watching her a moment, waiting to see how she reacts. It’s his own way to ensure there’s little to no mishaps aside from those already made.
you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
SUNJATA
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.
