You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave
“I love you too.” The words growl out from between Nate’s teeth, possessive and protective all at once. A promise, that only they can hope to understand. That’s left behind as black overtakes some of the blue in the ascendeds eyes, heaving breath stuttering to a dead stop in his chest while he digests the permission he’s just been given. He’s still for just long enough to press another kiss agaisnt the attuned’s lips.
They’re still connected when Nate’s hips roll, a quick snap that repeats again and again and again. Electric hands all but drag Sunjata closer, making up some of the distance every time presses in again. The ascended scant even manage any of his pretty words, tongue too occupied with la things over his husbands skin, with providing a carpet for the rough, desperate sounds that leave him.
Ravaging, fun as it might be, is not something Nate can really maintain for long. Not with the way the bond is flooded with heat, boiling and impossible to pull away from. Not as he’s guided to the rabbit-quick pulse in Sunjata’s neck, instincts he’s had long before he’d ascended telling him to bite.
He bites, teeth sinking in hard enough to bruise around the mark of his teeth, not that Nate is thinking about that. Not that he’s thinking. Pleasure has his hands squeezing harder, promising a rainbow of bruises to discover later, and his hips growing desperate, faster and sloppy. Rushing towards a finish line that seems entirely too close now, Nate just barely remembering to pull out before he crosses it, adding to the mess painted between their bodies.
They’re still connected when Nate’s hips roll, a quick snap that repeats again and again and again. Electric hands all but drag Sunjata closer, making up some of the distance every time presses in again. The ascended scant even manage any of his pretty words, tongue too occupied with la things over his husbands skin, with providing a carpet for the rough, desperate sounds that leave him.
Ravaging, fun as it might be, is not something Nate can really maintain for long. Not with the way the bond is flooded with heat, boiling and impossible to pull away from. Not as he’s guided to the rabbit-quick pulse in Sunjata’s neck, instincts he’s had long before he’d ascended telling him to bite.
He bites, teeth sinking in hard enough to bruise around the mark of his teeth, not that Nate is thinking about that. Not that he’s thinking. Pleasure has his hands squeezing harder, promising a rainbow of bruises to discover later, and his hips growing desperate, faster and sloppy. Rushing towards a finish line that seems entirely too close now, Nate just barely remembering to pull out before he crosses it, adding to the mess painted between their bodies.
NATE
