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 //

The wood groans even more with the pressure Sunjata applies, the sound mixing with his panting breaths, the groans of his own that he doesn’t exactly try to hide. He rides it out with Jonah, the hand in his hair smoothing out, shifting into more of a stroke than an iron grip, at least until he can move again. The hands on his thighs are warm, a stark contrast to what he’s become used to, but he doesn’t complain as he tilts his attention back down to the Accepted, hand curling around Jonah’s jaw when he does start to move.

He works to help Jonah up on what he assumes to be shaky legs, his own trembling slightly as he remains pressed against the desk. But he doesn’t let the other man get very far, the Accepted drawing him closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, scanning his face with a lighter steel gaze as he figures out what to say, choosing to refer back to an earlier conversation of thers with a crooked smirk. “Well that was quite helpful.” He purrs, scanning him for anything amiss or if it had been exactly what he was looking for.

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

SUNJATA