making friends with all my sins

so is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay?

i can't open up to you

There’s a shudder that races through him when Frey grabs onto the horns that slip from his skull, moving where Frey wants him, keeping up the best he can. His head continues to bob, tongue pressing and cheeks hollowing out. Another moan rumbles from his throat as hands press against his wing joints, Sunjata sinking in while it feels like hands drag along his skin, running over scars and marks alike.

Instructions are given and Sunjata’s more than content to follow through with it, hips a slightly jerky motion as he gathers himself. He sinks further into the Frey before him, and with a swift movement, feeling the pressure from behind, he sways his motions to pull back (and pull back hard) aiming to line up perfectly so that he might be able to get the perfect combination of fucking Frey while fucking himself.

He swings back with a louder groan, one that shifts toward a growl as he pushes himself onto the other Frey, trying to focus on three things at once — going down on one Frey while shivering in delight as he thrusts back into the next Frey in front of him, only to use his wings to help push himself back again.

me and my friends are lonely

i always figured i'd be the one to die alone

SUNJATA