NATE
babe, i can't lie, it kinda creeps me out
how you say what's on my mind before it leaves my mouth
how you say what's on my mind before it leaves my mouth
Cool fingers brush against all the reddest places on Sunjata, tracing across his cheeks and the near-invisible freckles there before one hand drop, palm pressed against the constellations of scars and the deep thrum of the attuned's pulse; and the other rises, terribly gentle fingers tracing the shell of his ear and soaking up the burning warmth pouring from them. "Il mio sole." Nate murmurs the words softly, meaning but not translation leaping across the bond between them. He grabs the lifeline of the kiss with everything he has, lets it hold him up a moment longer before his body follows after and he's leaning against Sunjata. Despite his breathlessness, Nate still gasps when they part, his fingers digging into his husband's skin. "Of course I'm promising, sonskyn, you think I'd just run my mouth without paying up?"
Nate's leg shifts, the mental hint taken, thought about, and completely ignored as he presses harder against Sunjata, his lips curling up into a sharp smile. "I think we can knock this out in just a few hours." There's no small amount of confidence dripping off his words, Nate leaning in to press their foreheads together, his hands tightening so he can force the attuned to dip towards him. Maybe less, if we work up a sweat. Suggestion pours almost literally of his tongue as it dips out, flicking across Sunjata's lips as they press just a little closer, Nate planting his foot just so the other has something firm to grind against.
"Let's get it done." Nate agrees easily, finally leaning back and severing the electric current of touch between them, and hating every second of it. But the quicker they get this done, the quicker they can get back to work. He shakes his head, short curls bouncing and holding in all the things he was trying to clear away. You wanna dig some holes for us Sunny?
Nate's leg shifts, the mental hint taken, thought about, and completely ignored as he presses harder against Sunjata, his lips curling up into a sharp smile. "I think we can knock this out in just a few hours." There's no small amount of confidence dripping off his words, Nate leaning in to press their foreheads together, his hands tightening so he can force the attuned to dip towards him. Maybe less, if we work up a sweat. Suggestion pours almost literally of his tongue as it dips out, flicking across Sunjata's lips as they press just a little closer, Nate planting his foot just so the other has something firm to grind against.
"Let's get it done." Nate agrees easily, finally leaning back and severing the electric current of touch between them, and hating every second of it. But the quicker they get this done, the quicker they can get back to work. He shakes his head, short curls bouncing and holding in all the things he was trying to clear away. You wanna dig some holes for us Sunny?
yeah, it's hard for me to explain
i know it probably sounds strange
i know it probably sounds strange
