NATE
It shouldn't soothe him so much to hear Sunjata say yes, but something purrs deep in Nate's chest, feeling useful, feeling warm. Feeling loved and needed in a way that he craves. I love you. Ti amo così tanto. The words slip out with an unthinking reverence, the slip of his tongue simply going hand in hand with the desperate adoration.
Sure did, got me all pressed up against you like a bitch at a horror flick. Nate stretches out, grasping at scales and spines with one pair of hands, then two when he can't quite pull himself close enough. Love floods through the bond, all but pouring from his mouth as he leans in that much closer, his cool tongue dragging over the rumble in Sunjata's throat. It's a distraction while h thinks of a story, trying to summon something more personal than a regurgitated b-movie plot.
His fidgeting creeps to a slow stillness, Nate sucking in a deep, unnecessary breath before he begins. Me and Bart went uh, camping once, with a guy I knew. The gesture that would normally accompany the words dances through the bond instead, establishing a looseness around knew. Thought he wanted'a.... y'know, but he said he was bringin' his sister and cousin, and his cousins girl, so I brought Bart, and Bart brought uh... Shelley? Sherry? And we uh... Nate pauses, brows pinching while he thinks, mumbling under his breath while he does. "Leanne!" It was Leanne, that cunt. A deep huff leaves him, his head shaking before he continues.
So we drive way out into the sticks. M'buddy had uh.... hunting cabin kinda place, like... real shitty, run down type place. All Nate seems to remember is trees stretching out as far as the eye can see, and a single, spider infested cabin.
Sure did, got me all pressed up against you like a bitch at a horror flick. Nate stretches out, grasping at scales and spines with one pair of hands, then two when he can't quite pull himself close enough. Love floods through the bond, all but pouring from his mouth as he leans in that much closer, his cool tongue dragging over the rumble in Sunjata's throat. It's a distraction while h thinks of a story, trying to summon something more personal than a regurgitated b-movie plot.
His fidgeting creeps to a slow stillness, Nate sucking in a deep, unnecessary breath before he begins. Me and Bart went uh, camping once, with a guy I knew. The gesture that would normally accompany the words dances through the bond instead, establishing a looseness around knew. Thought he wanted'a.... y'know, but he said he was bringin' his sister and cousin, and his cousins girl, so I brought Bart, and Bart brought uh... Shelley? Sherry? And we uh... Nate pauses, brows pinching while he thinks, mumbling under his breath while he does. "Leanne!" It was Leanne, that cunt. A deep huff leaves him, his head shaking before he continues.
So we drive way out into the sticks. M'buddy had uh.... hunting cabin kinda place, like... real shitty, run down type place. All Nate seems to remember is trees stretching out as far as the eye can see, and a single, spider infested cabin.
i love those quiet moments in the dark
where you can stop pretending
where you can stop pretending
