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
It’s an absolute mess in the Attuned bond for Sunjata. It’s a mix of impulse, primality, and greed that’s paired with the underlining thread of indulging that Sunjata takes pure advantage of when Nate collides with him. I love you too. He purrs, shifting and molding to wherever Nate decides to make him. There’s a thigh between his legs and he can’t help the slight hiccup of a sound that slips from him, arms snaking around Nate’s chest when the Ascended finishes the bite, grabbing at broad shoulders and the long tangles of hair that reach that far down.
There’s the lingering after effects of pure bliss and the never ending sensation of wanting to devour him that flicker back and forth in a form of whiplash, his head tilting automatically to make room for Nate’s lips, a low rumble of an audible hum that’s likely more akin to a growl that leaves him. Incentive?! He croaks mentally, a hint of disbelief coursing through him, unable to keep himself from rolling his hips into Nate’s thigh, shuddering with the sensation.
He recovers just enough to pull himself away, his thundering pulse drowning out even the chime of the birds in the trees around them, his steel gaze dark with desire as he scans his husband’s face – cheeks and neck and the tips of his ears red as a sunset. “You’d better promise me that…” He teases lightly, leaning in and stealing a kiss from the demigod, shuddering again as the whiplash continues to wreak havoc on his mentality. “It probably means I’m going to try my best to be quick at this.” Once I find it in me to get some space… The last bit is uttered a hint playfully, drawing the sound out mentally near the end to where it almost sounds breathless, like a moan cut off part of the way through, but the pulse of mischief has his motives explained.
There’s shit to do still, otherwise Sunjata would abandon it all simply to take Nate up on the offer. Let’s get this done, mm? He purrs, pressing his hips in a slight roll, pushing back against his husband’s hands on his ass, and seamlessly rolling forward into the thigh still pressed between his legs.
There’s the lingering after effects of pure bliss and the never ending sensation of wanting to devour him that flicker back and forth in a form of whiplash, his head tilting automatically to make room for Nate’s lips, a low rumble of an audible hum that’s likely more akin to a growl that leaves him. Incentive?! He croaks mentally, a hint of disbelief coursing through him, unable to keep himself from rolling his hips into Nate’s thigh, shuddering with the sensation.
He recovers just enough to pull himself away, his thundering pulse drowning out even the chime of the birds in the trees around them, his steel gaze dark with desire as he scans his husband’s face – cheeks and neck and the tips of his ears red as a sunset. “You’d better promise me that…” He teases lightly, leaning in and stealing a kiss from the demigod, shuddering again as the whiplash continues to wreak havoc on his mentality. “It probably means I’m going to try my best to be quick at this.” Once I find it in me to get some space… The last bit is uttered a hint playfully, drawing the sound out mentally near the end to where it almost sounds breathless, like a moan cut off part of the way through, but the pulse of mischief has his motives explained.
There’s shit to do still, otherwise Sunjata would abandon it all simply to take Nate up on the offer. Let’s get this done, mm? He purrs, pressing his hips in a slight roll, pushing back against his husband’s hands on his ass, and seamlessly rolling forward into the thigh still pressed between his legs.
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.
