in my darkness, you turned on a light
i hate the way you bring me back to life
I like being your stuff. He purrs back through the bond, voice ripe with amusement and playfulness with the underlying honesty that lingers. If he could have anyone – anyone – it would always be the Ascended. Of course they do. He quips back, a crooked smirk forming between the kiss before it’s broken.
There’s something for a split second that glitters behind the steel clouds of his eyes, of fragility, of being something that someone wanted in such a way that felt surreal. And the inhale he takes is slow and calculated, watching Nate fight to place that effortless smile before Sunjata’s lunging toward him mentally, sending all of his love and adoration through it until it’s thick like honey with it. I’m the lucky one. He manages to breathe through the thickness of it all, suddenly alight and burning with his husband’s attentions.
The demand has another smirk curling around his face from being half pinned by the hand on his horn, the room affecting him, the roll of his husband’s hips and the crashing of their lips together until he can taste the mixture of blood and fluid on his tongue. He breathes through his nose a pant of a whine, followed by a sharp inhale as he presses back against his husband. Do I— He’s cut off from finishing his thought by the way his head is tilted, the way they part, the way Nate’s staticky hands keep his hips in place and Sunjata’s flushing red once again with desire and lust and need, another hum of a moan slipping from his lips.
’Course I can handle you. He manages through the haze of his mind, hands rising to dig his claws into Nate’s sides, one hand drifting up a side of stars as he moves his hips a fraction, aiming to grind his hips against his husband’s, trying to slip back just enough that he might be able to situate himself better, even under the pressure of Nate’s multiple hands on his already beginning to bruise hips.
There’s something for a split second that glitters behind the steel clouds of his eyes, of fragility, of being something that someone wanted in such a way that felt surreal. And the inhale he takes is slow and calculated, watching Nate fight to place that effortless smile before Sunjata’s lunging toward him mentally, sending all of his love and adoration through it until it’s thick like honey with it. I’m the lucky one. He manages to breathe through the thickness of it all, suddenly alight and burning with his husband’s attentions.
The demand has another smirk curling around his face from being half pinned by the hand on his horn, the room affecting him, the roll of his husband’s hips and the crashing of their lips together until he can taste the mixture of blood and fluid on his tongue. He breathes through his nose a pant of a whine, followed by a sharp inhale as he presses back against his husband. Do I— He’s cut off from finishing his thought by the way his head is tilted, the way they part, the way Nate’s staticky hands keep his hips in place and Sunjata’s flushing red once again with desire and lust and need, another hum of a moan slipping from his lips.
’Course I can handle you. He manages through the haze of his mind, hands rising to dig his claws into Nate’s sides, one hand drifting up a side of stars as he moves his hips a fraction, aiming to grind his hips against his husband’s, trying to slip back just enough that he might be able to situate himself better, even under the pressure of Nate’s multiple hands on his already beginning to bruise hips.
'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.
