// and i hear your ship is comin' in, your tears a sea for me to swim in
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
It is going to be perfect, and the only answer Sunjata has is the low thrum of sound that slips from his throat as Nate nestles in. Means we’re going to have to mark it. He comments idly, distracted of course by the way his husband’s lips dance along his neck, over scars silvery and faded, shiny and new. There’s a bright hum of a laugh that leaves him, however, enough that it jostles his chest. Dragon it is. Comes the soft agreement, the Attuned’s head tilting sideways to give Nate more room for the kisses that linger on his tattooed neck.
A few moments later and his hands are raking through short velvet fuzz and the longer, curled tresses that eventually his hand finds a home along the demigod’s neck, fingers pressing in against the back of it with blunt nails as he awaits the bite. They have so much work to do that he tries to keep his head steady, made difficult as it always is when Nate’s teeth sink in. There’s the hitch of breath, the shiver that racks his spine. He isn’t quiet with the groan that leaves his lips, the way his hands clutch Nate to him tighter, and when Nate pulls away he’s flushed and smoldering, simmering and shivering, trying to regain control.
He manages, though, not before pushing himself against Nate, pressing a greedy, hungry, devouring kiss to his husband’s lips before he pushes himself up on to his feet a bit unsteady. “Shall we, then?” He asks through a hoarse voice, hoping that shifting and distracting himself would make it easier to put the feeling aside.
A few moments later and his hands are raking through short velvet fuzz and the longer, curled tresses that eventually his hand finds a home along the demigod’s neck, fingers pressing in against the back of it with blunt nails as he awaits the bite. They have so much work to do that he tries to keep his head steady, made difficult as it always is when Nate’s teeth sink in. There’s the hitch of breath, the shiver that racks his spine. He isn’t quiet with the groan that leaves his lips, the way his hands clutch Nate to him tighter, and when Nate pulls away he’s flushed and smoldering, simmering and shivering, trying to regain control.
He manages, though, not before pushing himself against Nate, pressing a greedy, hungry, devouring kiss to his husband’s lips before he pushes himself up on to his feet a bit unsteady. “Shall we, then?” He asks through a hoarse voice, hoping that shifting and distracting himself would make it easier to put the feeling aside.
anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love
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.
