// seems like the whole damn world went and lost its mind & all my childhood heroes
have fallen off or died. fake tears, real living, fake tears, but the alcohol never lies //
have fallen off or died. fake tears, real living, fake tears, but the alcohol never lies //
It certainly is good for the both of them – it’s the one thing Sunjata can do that he knows how to do. He’s hunched a bit, crouched into her space so that her arms can wrap around his shoulders easily, his own arms slipping around her and resting at the small of her back, hands resting lightly around her hips as he questions whether or not she’s sure about this.
But she is, and before long he’s getting tugged back down toward her, their lips meeting and his hands applying a bit more pressure to the jut of her hips as her demand is made. A shiver runs down his spine, pressing into the kiss ever so slightly more as he remembers where it is they’re standing and where it is the room that would make this that much more worth it for her.
So his one hand remains at her side, fingertips digging into her sides, above her hip while the other lifts to her neck and the golden crown of hair there, threading through as he walks her toward the room. It’s close, not too far, and before he seems to realize it, he’s panting through the kiss as he breaks it to pull her flush against him while he fumbles with the door to the room.
He manages to get it open, luckily, and pulls himself away from her to gesture for her to enter first – before he slides into the room right after.
But she is, and before long he’s getting tugged back down toward her, their lips meeting and his hands applying a bit more pressure to the jut of her hips as her demand is made. A shiver runs down his spine, pressing into the kiss ever so slightly more as he remembers where it is they’re standing and where it is the room that would make this that much more worth it for her.
So his one hand remains at her side, fingertips digging into her sides, above her hip while the other lifts to her neck and the golden crown of hair there, threading through as he walks her toward the room. It’s close, not too far, and before he seems to realize it, he’s panting through the kiss as he breaks it to pull her flush against him while he fumbles with the door to the room.
He manages to get it open, luckily, and pulls himself away from her to gesture for her to enter first – before he slides into the room right after.
some princes don't become kings
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.
