The nights have lost their minds
The twins go down easy, Pemota’s lights a boon as always. Nate lingers, watching Sunjata brush kisses over the kids heads. It makes something in his chest sing, warm and so filled with love it hurts. “You know you’re perfect, don’t you?” Nate manages to ask, his voice warbling.
“At least it’s nice that the rooms are underground.” Nate tries to comfort Sunjata, a shrug rolling over his shoulders. The heat might not get to him like it use to, but even he isn’t his usual cool by the end of the day. “I miss fridges.” he commiserates with a laugh, slipping into the bed beside his husband.
“You know,” he glances around, as if there’s even more than a handful of people who actually know these rooms are here, as if any one of them would be here, “I might know a way to distract you from the heat. Nate makes the offers with a wiggle fo his brows, reaching out to take Sunjata’s hand and lift it up to his lips, kisses trailing along his hand until teeth only just barely sink into his wrist, the thrum of it singing between them like a radio just a few frequencies off a station.
“At least it’s nice that the rooms are underground.” Nate tries to comfort Sunjata, a shrug rolling over his shoulders. The heat might not get to him like it use to, but even he isn’t his usual cool by the end of the day. “I miss fridges.” he commiserates with a laugh, slipping into the bed beside his husband.
“You know,” he glances around, as if there’s even more than a handful of people who actually know these rooms are here, as if any one of them would be here, “I might know a way to distract you from the heat. Nate makes the offers with a wiggle fo his brows, reaching out to take Sunjata’s hand and lift it up to his lips, kisses trailing along his hand until teeth only just barely sink into his wrist, the thrum of it singing between them like a radio just a few frequencies off a station.
And the mornings are unkind
NATE
