// now knowing how to think, i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
Oh, he takes his time exploring her, hands dancing along her skin, exploring the cool flesh both similar to Nate’s and so very different. Hands touch and drag, fingers and palms brushing against her nipples. At least, until one hand is dragged away, pulled up as her cool lips dance against his wrist to his elbow, his arm hooked around her neck as he leans in, attention focused on her intensely as his offer is made.
He isn’t really insisting, but he also kind of is. Craving that mind numbing addiction he typically finds with Nate on any given day. But she teases him with it at first, her fangs scraping along one of the first scars he’d ever sustained, goosebumps rising in their wake as his breath hitches with anticipation. But it doesn’t last long, a low rumble of an answer about to leave his lips when her fangs sink in.
It’s a crescendo, an overwhelming sense that crashes over him, incapable of keeping the moan locked tight behind his teeth. He presses forward, mind disconnected from the rest of him as he reacts, fingers digging into her shoulder from where she’s placed it, hand on her breast pinching her nipple, hips grinding into hers with exactly the kind of want and need she expects of him. He doesn’t want to pull away yet either, but he has to, to gasp for breath, to pull away and sever that connection to try and capture her lips instead, uncaring if his own blood smears along the kiss.
He isn’t really insisting, but he also kind of is. Craving that mind numbing addiction he typically finds with Nate on any given day. But she teases him with it at first, her fangs scraping along one of the first scars he’d ever sustained, goosebumps rising in their wake as his breath hitches with anticipation. But it doesn’t last long, a low rumble of an answer about to leave his lips when her fangs sink in.
It’s a crescendo, an overwhelming sense that crashes over him, incapable of keeping the moan locked tight behind his teeth. He presses forward, mind disconnected from the rest of him as he reacts, fingers digging into her shoulder from where she’s placed it, hand on her breast pinching her nipple, hips grinding into hers with exactly the kind of want and need she expects of him. He doesn’t want to pull away yet either, but he has to, to gasp for breath, to pull away and sever that connection to try and capture her lips instead, uncaring if his own blood smears along the kiss.
// i'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
SUNJATA
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.
