You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave
Gods, it really doesn’t take much, not like this. Nate leans back and rests his head agaisnt Sunjata’s thigh again, watching the way he trembles, the helpless pinch of his face as he cums. He drinks in every scrap of sensation sent his way eyes glazing over as he changes the angle of his hand on Sunjata’s cock, aiming it more directly towards his face. Licking his lips, the ascended relishes the moment, blowing every burning but of praise towards his husband until finally his hand slows, loosens to rest on Sunjata’s belly.
Reaching out, Nate drags a finger up his husbands chest, his neck, smirk growing wider as he collects a swipe of cum and brings it into his mouth, electric eyes not leaving Sunjata’s face. His tongue slips between his lips, making the gesture a show, instead of a helpless urge. “Taste so fuckin’ good, Sunny.” He rumbles, voice a hoarse growl. The hand lifts again, smearing across the attuned’s face this time, making a mess of him so there’s something for his tongue to clean up when Nate surges forward, nearly bending the other man in half to lock them in a rough kiss.
Nate sweeps his tongue against Sunjata’s lips, his mouth slipping to press against his cheeks in a vain attempt to muffle the groan that leaves him when he wraps his cum-slick hand around his own cock. It’s the closest they’re getting to lube in the state the both of them are in. Electric hands appear again, pressing firmly against the bruises there while Nate lines himself up and slowly presses into his husband. Once he’s bottomed out, he pauses, letting himself get used to the feeling,
For a single, giddy, second, Nate wishes he had more hands, a wish that creeps its way through the bond, alongside the idea of teasing everything in reach all at once. His hands ghosts up Sunjata’s body instead, pausing to cup his jaw for a tender moment before slipping to twist in the new length of his hair, Nate drawing his hips back so he can snap back in again.
Reaching out, Nate drags a finger up his husbands chest, his neck, smirk growing wider as he collects a swipe of cum and brings it into his mouth, electric eyes not leaving Sunjata’s face. His tongue slips between his lips, making the gesture a show, instead of a helpless urge. “Taste so fuckin’ good, Sunny.” He rumbles, voice a hoarse growl. The hand lifts again, smearing across the attuned’s face this time, making a mess of him so there’s something for his tongue to clean up when Nate surges forward, nearly bending the other man in half to lock them in a rough kiss.
Nate sweeps his tongue against Sunjata’s lips, his mouth slipping to press against his cheeks in a vain attempt to muffle the groan that leaves him when he wraps his cum-slick hand around his own cock. It’s the closest they’re getting to lube in the state the both of them are in. Electric hands appear again, pressing firmly against the bruises there while Nate lines himself up and slowly presses into his husband. Once he’s bottomed out, he pauses, letting himself get used to the feeling,
For a single, giddy, second, Nate wishes he had more hands, a wish that creeps its way through the bond, alongside the idea of teasing everything in reach all at once. His hands ghosts up Sunjata’s body instead, pausing to cup his jaw for a tender moment before slipping to twist in the new length of his hair, Nate drawing his hips back so he can snap back in again.
NATE
