in my darkness, you turned on a light
i hate the way you bring me back to life
Words and sensations slip through the bond toward him, something within Sunjata quivers with the realization, shudders as it hits and the praise is given in such a way that the Attuned can’t help but to latch onto it, can’t help to preen for his husband. So he does as told, he holds onto him, back arching with the spark that shoots up his spine. I love you too. He manages to sound breathy through the bond, voice dripping in a quiet saccharine smooth offering.
He shivers again once Nate’s moving once more, grinding against the surprising warmth of his tongue as well as the staticky hand that appears, offering some amount of relief for Sunjata even as his body aches and trembles, the tension in his body is nearly palpable as he quivers, cock twitching as he grinds more against his husband. “Fuck,” comes the audible hum of a moan, letting it pour through him with another gasp. “Please, more.” It comes out shuttered and distracted, the way Nate simply drives him mad with desire and need, all poured down the bond to accompany his plea.
But another thought occurs, absently, and Sunjata tries to focus on it enough to blossom it into a request of sorts. Another hand? He growls through the bond, one hand departing its hold Nate’s arm, to shift back into his calloused hand as if he’s gesturing to Nate what he wants. He wants to be fucked on all accounts.
He shivers again once Nate’s moving once more, grinding against the surprising warmth of his tongue as well as the staticky hand that appears, offering some amount of relief for Sunjata even as his body aches and trembles, the tension in his body is nearly palpable as he quivers, cock twitching as he grinds more against his husband. “Fuck,” comes the audible hum of a moan, letting it pour through him with another gasp. “Please, more.” It comes out shuttered and distracted, the way Nate simply drives him mad with desire and need, all poured down the bond to accompany his plea.
But another thought occurs, absently, and Sunjata tries to focus on it enough to blossom it into a request of sorts. Another hand? He growls through the bond, one hand departing its hold Nate’s arm, to shift back into his calloused hand as if he’s gesturing to Nate what he wants. He wants to be fucked on all accounts.
'cause i am haunted, i cannot tell a lie
i like you better when i am dead inside
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.
