LOCKE
He must've died out on the steps, right? Yeah. This is some fleeting mercy from the gods before he expires, a dream or a trick playing before him. Especially with how smoothing everything is running. He's sure it's the bond, the back and forth flood of emotion between him and Sunjata and in theory, Nate.
Nate joins them but he's entirely too occupied with trying to see if Sunjata's got fangs at the moment. But Nate steals his prey and he almost groans in annoyance. Almost. But watching the pair is almost good enough to make up for it. He used to be jealous but now he's just envious. They're like a singular, well oiled machine. At least until they break apart. His lips part, words dying the second Nate's nose brushes against his cheek. The demi-god's touch is almost too cool against his overheated skin.
There's no time to process anything at all. He's pulled forward by Sunjata as Nate is biting him and all he can do in return is moan helplessly. It's too much, an overload of sensation that Sunjata can surely feel through the bond. His fingers curl against the other attuned's chest. A heartbeat passes and he remembers how to breath, inhaling through his nose as his hands slip down, down, down.
He palms Sunjata lightly, almost hesitating, but he's too curious, heard too many things. Hell, one of the first things he ever said to Nate was something about how big Sunjata's dick's gotta be. It's high fucking time he found out for himself.
Nate joins them but he's entirely too occupied with trying to see if Sunjata's got fangs at the moment. But Nate steals his prey and he almost groans in annoyance. Almost. But watching the pair is almost good enough to make up for it. He used to be jealous but now he's just envious. They're like a singular, well oiled machine. At least until they break apart. His lips part, words dying the second Nate's nose brushes against his cheek. The demi-god's touch is almost too cool against his overheated skin.
There's no time to process anything at all. He's pulled forward by Sunjata as Nate is biting him and all he can do in return is moan helplessly. It's too much, an overload of sensation that Sunjata can surely feel through the bond. His fingers curl against the other attuned's chest. A heartbeat passes and he remembers how to breath, inhaling through his nose as his hands slip down, down, down.
He palms Sunjata lightly, almost hesitating, but he's too curious, heard too many things. Hell, one of the first things he ever said to Nate was something about how big Sunjata's dick's gotta be. It's high fucking time he found out for himself.
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
