in my darkness, you turned on a light
i hate the way you bring me back to life
The elegance is gone, replaced by devouring need, and Sunjata shudders with the possessiveness of it. He can’t help the breathy rumbling moans that leave him, the way his body seems to move on its own accord as Sunjata’s half torn between focusing on the drugs coursing through his system and wrapping himself up with the sensation Nate gives him and the way he grinds his body into his husbands face with the gasping overwhelmed need and love he finds with every movement.
He asks for another hand and Nate’s all too happy to oblige him, and the second that his husband's hand is on his cock he’s shuddering, rocking his hips minutely to the sensations of everything that’s over stimulating him in such ways he thinks he might burn completely up. It’s that tipping point for him, one that sends him fracturing and spiraling over the edge, a louder series of groans and moans leaving him, mixed with Nate’s name and Korofi, something somewhat intelligible but still an attempt regardless as the peak is reached and as Sunjata rocks with it, flooding the Attuned bond with every single sensation of falling apart, with every single press and shattering as if a glass has just been dropped and broken into a million pieces.
And gods does Sunjata relish in it, craving more and more as it warms him and he gives into it.
He asks for another hand and Nate’s all too happy to oblige him, and the second that his husband's hand is on his cock he’s shuddering, rocking his hips minutely to the sensations of everything that’s over stimulating him in such ways he thinks he might burn completely up. It’s that tipping point for him, one that sends him fracturing and spiraling over the edge, a louder series of groans and moans leaving him, mixed with Nate’s name and Korofi, something somewhat intelligible but still an attempt regardless as the peak is reached and as Sunjata rocks with it, flooding the Attuned bond with every single sensation of falling apart, with every single press and shattering as if a glass has just been dropped and broken into a million pieces.
And gods does Sunjata relish in it, craving more and more as it warms him and he gives into it.
'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.
