You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave
It sounds stupid, but Nate hadn’t been expecting the intensity the room would bring when combined with the bond. He should have known. But how can he know this feeling, like his spine is trying to crawl out of his skin, like his body is rebelling, like he’s drowning without breath.
A raging inferno crackles through Nate’s body, scouring him of everything, reducing the world to a small dark thing, the beat of Sunjata’s heart in his head the single match point of brightness. There is nothing outside of them. He is nothing outside of them. Nate moves with Sunjata only because he doesn’t know how to resist it.
An echo of I love you’s drips into Nate, steady as an IV stream and seemingly bottomless. Nate is empty enough to devour all of it, to still demand more on top. Hands, natural and not, wrap around Sunjata in a tight, trembling embrace, holding them close together, promising to never let go. Nate turns his head to press against Sunjata, completing the möbius loop of their bodies.
I love you too. They are the first words Nate is capable of, the first solid feeling he is capable of. It’s all too much, to feel, to explain, to share. Lips move against the warmth of the attuned’s skin, not quite kisses, not quite words, but trying to be both. He feels too still, all at once, and choked in a heaving breath, that single motion somehow opening the floodgates for other humanities, sharp breaths and bitten back whimpers, a cool dampness pressing into Sunjata’s hair.
A raging inferno crackles through Nate’s body, scouring him of everything, reducing the world to a small dark thing, the beat of Sunjata’s heart in his head the single match point of brightness. There is nothing outside of them. He is nothing outside of them. Nate moves with Sunjata only because he doesn’t know how to resist it.
An echo of I love you’s drips into Nate, steady as an IV stream and seemingly bottomless. Nate is empty enough to devour all of it, to still demand more on top. Hands, natural and not, wrap around Sunjata in a tight, trembling embrace, holding them close together, promising to never let go. Nate turns his head to press against Sunjata, completing the möbius loop of their bodies.
I love you too. They are the first words Nate is capable of, the first solid feeling he is capable of. It’s all too much, to feel, to explain, to share. Lips move against the warmth of the attuned’s skin, not quite kisses, not quite words, but trying to be both. He feels too still, all at once, and choked in a heaving breath, that single motion somehow opening the floodgates for other humanities, sharp breaths and bitten back whimpers, a cool dampness pressing into Sunjata’s hair.
NATE
