flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes

// i may never sleep tonight as long as you're still burning bright
if i could trade mistakes for sheep, count me away before you sleep //

Sunjata tries to be less overbearing, less intimidating. But it’s difficult given his height, given the air about him, the things he’s done — at the very least being the Frey demigod certainly has some boon in the help. Besides, it isn’t like he thinks Jonah doesn’t want this — the Flood wouldn’t have come this far if that were the case — but perhaps it’s that this man’s a stranger, nomadic as far as he can tell (from one to another), and perhaps it’s simply been a long while since anyone had taken care of him.

That changes tonight with the way the ex-Attuned leans in now that their clothes are shed, as he works to pull Jonah’s pants down bit by bit. It appears as though he has a similar thought, the request easily followed so long as he keeps teasing at that horn. He invades there Accepted’s space, lips seeking out the now exposed neck, intending to make his presence known with a mark easy to hide by a collar but still visible if one were to look close enough. There’s a rumble of agreement, however, Sunjata pressing against Jonah as he slides down his body, dragging the pants with him as he settles on his knees.

He peers up at the other man, a small smirk crossing his face now that he’s freed, and one hand rises to his hips, digging in his fingers there as he nears Jonah’s length. “Might want to hold onto something.” He’s perhaps more cocky than he should be, but he’s more than content to admit it as he leans in, tongue shifting into a forked manner of his snake shift, wrapping each independent fork of his tongue around the sensitive shaft of Jonah’s length and drags back toward the tip, pulling away to wet his lips before he dives in and takes him into his mouth with a satisfied purr of a hum.

i'll stay awake 'til i trade my mistakes, or they fade away

SUNJATA