SUNJATA
am i being cliche?
saying that you're probably from a dream i had
saying that you're probably from a dream i had
The flash of delight and infuration sparks a grin on Sunjata’s face, one that’s effortless as if he’s getting his way, humming a throaty laugh when his husband’s grip grows tighter, when he leans in close to the slit steel of his eyes, Sunjata watching for as long as he can before lips press to his cheek and his vision is blurry from the demigod being this close. So he closes his eyes, tilting his head slightly into the hands that grip him and the lips that press into his stubbled jaw. “I’m only keeping good secrets.” He whines in a bit of protest, the tone a smidge nasally as it slips from him and his nose wrinkles.
But he manages to pull away, thinking that’s the end of it, humming an agreement and nothing more – precisely so he doesn’t have to deal with the fact of fucking himself up with letting his imagination wander. Nate does well enough with that on his own, especially with the way their hands intertwine and Sunjata heads toward the edge of the property, a quarter of the way into his shift with scales and horns that slip from his head, slipping down his shoulders and part of his chest.
He does pause, however, the Attuned turning back and cocking a horned head at the kiss pressed to the back of his hand, and when Nate’s announcement is made Sunjata has no room to prepare himself. Instead, it’s an ambush through the Attuned bond, a hot white line of delight, desire, and greed paired with the audible groan that sneaks up on him. His legs shake and he tries to push every other thought(all the things he’d do to Nate if they were inside their home with nothing of importance to do).
It clears his mind enough to reach forward and tug at Nate with a clawed hand, pulling him close and pressing himself everywhere against the demigod, burying his horned head into Nate’s neck, snapping at the pulsing skin there with sharp teeth in a quiet warning. You are making this incredibly difficult, hartlam. He purrs, throatily through the Attuned bond toward his husband while hands move to try and grab at whatever parts of the demigod he can.
But he manages to pull away, thinking that’s the end of it, humming an agreement and nothing more – precisely so he doesn’t have to deal with the fact of fucking himself up with letting his imagination wander. Nate does well enough with that on his own, especially with the way their hands intertwine and Sunjata heads toward the edge of the property, a quarter of the way into his shift with scales and horns that slip from his head, slipping down his shoulders and part of his chest.
He does pause, however, the Attuned turning back and cocking a horned head at the kiss pressed to the back of his hand, and when Nate’s announcement is made Sunjata has no room to prepare himself. Instead, it’s an ambush through the Attuned bond, a hot white line of delight, desire, and greed paired with the audible groan that sneaks up on him. His legs shake and he tries to push every other thought
It clears his mind enough to reach forward and tug at Nate with a clawed hand, pulling him close and pressing himself everywhere against the demigod, burying his horned head into Nate’s neck, snapping at the pulsing skin there with sharp teeth in a quiet warning. You are making this incredibly difficult, hartlam. He purrs, throatily through the Attuned bond toward his husband while hands move to try and grab at whatever parts of the demigod he can.
i will put you on replay
you're the tv show i'm marathonin' all damn weekend
you're the tv show i'm marathonin' all damn weekend
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.
