in my darkness, you turned on a light
i hate the way you bring me back to life
He’s like the prey to the predatory gleam in Nate’s gaze, only he’s all too happy to be devoured and ravaged as a shiver of anticipation sweeps up and down his spine, as his lips are captured by his husbands and all the attuned can manage is the whimper of a sound, one that when paired with the neediness of the bond, combines into something chimeric in nature. His hands wrap around Nate’s neck, legs tucking in tight around his husband, heels pressing with each and every thrust that racks through him with a shuddering growl of a sound, but they’re not quite done yet.
The bond is a pathway for Nate to devour and for Sunjata to be set aflame, and it’s already edging toward the sensation of deliriously too much that it might overwhelm Nate, but Sunjata’s already too far gone to tamper it down. Instead it’s all there, like a dripping pipe at first before it goes to flood. And when he guides the Ascended to his neck, to press the bite against his skin hard enough to bruise around not just the Ascended teeth but the blunt edges of Nate’s own, it’s like a firework going off within the Flood.
It’s a snap, a crackle, a boom as pleasure sweeps through every inch of him, leaving him both desperate for breath, desperate to cry out his rapture as Nate both becomes overwhelming and too much and yet not enough at all. It’s paired with hands that bruise and Sunjata nearly vibrates under his husband, fingers locking and tightening in raven hair to keep him there as long as he can, even if it isn’t as long as he imagines it to be as Nate’s tension snaps and their bodies are covered in a mix of pearl and opalescent hues, glimmering one the lowlight of the room, and all Sunjata can do is attempt and fail to catch his breath, before he’s dragging Nate into him, to bury his head into his husband’s neck, rolling them in a tangle onto his side, as if this simple action can combine them and make them one solid thing.
There’s a myriad of I love yous peppered through the bond, paired with a sensation far too bright to look at for too long, a sense of love so deep it’s like a wishing well with no end in sight but the simple sound of a coin bouncing on the walls as it falls deeper and deeper and deeper.
The bond is a pathway for Nate to devour and for Sunjata to be set aflame, and it’s already edging toward the sensation of deliriously too much that it might overwhelm Nate, but Sunjata’s already too far gone to tamper it down. Instead it’s all there, like a dripping pipe at first before it goes to flood. And when he guides the Ascended to his neck, to press the bite against his skin hard enough to bruise around not just the Ascended teeth but the blunt edges of Nate’s own, it’s like a firework going off within the Flood.
It’s a snap, a crackle, a boom as pleasure sweeps through every inch of him, leaving him both desperate for breath, desperate to cry out his rapture as Nate both becomes overwhelming and too much and yet not enough at all. It’s paired with hands that bruise and Sunjata nearly vibrates under his husband, fingers locking and tightening in raven hair to keep him there as long as he can, even if it isn’t as long as he imagines it to be as Nate’s tension snaps and their bodies are covered in a mix of pearl and opalescent hues, glimmering one the lowlight of the room, and all Sunjata can do is attempt and fail to catch his breath, before he’s dragging Nate into him, to bury his head into his husband’s neck, rolling them in a tangle onto his side, as if this simple action can combine them and make them one solid thing.
There’s a myriad of I love yous peppered through the bond, paired with a sensation far too bright to look at for too long, a sense of love so deep it’s like a wishing well with no end in sight but the simple sound of a coin bouncing on the walls as it falls deeper and deeper and deeper.
'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.
