Breathe in now, do what you can
It’s a cool night, but certainly Sunjata exudes enough heat for the both of them – warmth radiating from him as though he’s a heater, his skin flushed red along his neck and chest, dipping along scars and under tattoos where the skin is darker for it. She helps him slip out of his pants, though, and he hums a soft breath when the restriction is lifted, her hips slotting in against his that he can feel the heat radiating from her, slick with desire just as much as he is.
He rumbles a breathy laugh against her skin where their lips hover together, their closeness making it blurry for him to see her in clarity, but he still offers that heavy lidded look. “Of course, though, I don’t think I’ve ever had a problem getting you wet have I?” He whispers, rolling his hips, pressing his length against the wet heat of hers before he withdraws slightly – the sand making it relatively difficult to move too much.
He guides the water along her skin, teasing and taunting where his hands don’t, moving to her hips instead as her own hands thread through his hair. She tugs him forward and he rumbles a sound that’s muffled by the press of her lips, something Sunjata dives into quickly, pressing back against her as he rocks his hips again. A moment of clarity comes over him, though, and he breaks the kiss moving to press a kiss along her jaw, along her neck, reaching for the discarded pants to dip into the pocket, pulling out protection just to lift her up from him so he might slip it on, and once he does, he’s tugging her back down to grind against him, latching onto her neck gently with unfortunately blunt teeth, leaving little red marks behind.
He rumbles a breathy laugh against her skin where their lips hover together, their closeness making it blurry for him to see her in clarity, but he still offers that heavy lidded look. “Of course, though, I don’t think I’ve ever had a problem getting you wet have I?” He whispers, rolling his hips, pressing his length against the wet heat of hers before he withdraws slightly – the sand making it relatively difficult to move too much.
He guides the water along her skin, teasing and taunting where his hands don’t, moving to her hips instead as her own hands thread through his hair. She tugs him forward and he rumbles a sound that’s muffled by the press of her lips, something Sunjata dives into quickly, pressing back against her as he rocks his hips again. A moment of clarity comes over him, though, and he breaks the kiss moving to press a kiss along her jaw, along her neck, reaching for the discarded pants to dip into the pocket, pulling out protection just to lift her up from him so he might slip it on, and once he does, he’s tugging her back down to grind against him, latching onto her neck gently with unfortunately blunt teeth, leaving little red marks behind.
the flood
And fuck the rest, you know it's all beside you now
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
