and well, I can’t explain what happened to my faith
Maybe it’s just for support, or maybe he notices the way Sunjata’s breath hitches, but a weathered hand wraps around the base of the horn and strokes it, the gesture somehow both shy and teasing. “Just a little.” Jonah scoffs, desperately trying to cover up his nerves. The alcohol in his gut helps, but not nearly enough to have him anywhere close to relaxed.
Of course, the more skin is laid bare, the more Jonah can focus just on the feeling of being touched, his head starting to swirl pleasantly. “Ff-fuck, I… can you, on your knees?” Please doesn’t escape him out loud, but his mouth twists in the shape of it as he tries to shimmy his pants lower, a hand dropping to demand the same from the Demi-god.
Of course, the more skin is laid bare, the more Jonah can focus just on the feeling of being touched, his head starting to swirl pleasantly. “Ff-fuck, I… can you, on your knees?” Please doesn’t escape him out loud, but his mouth twists in the shape of it as he tries to shimmy his pants lower, a hand dropping to demand the same from the Demi-god.
JONAH
