// 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 //
Oh, it is all the encouragement he needs – following her like a moth to flame as she tugs him back toward the bed, going willingly and almost a hint too eagerly. The sheets are a cool balm to his flushed skin, slipping down after her as she hooks her legs around his waist. He leans in, lips seeking out her own for a brief moment before he pulls back, trailing the kiss along her cheek, toward her neck, taking a bit of knowledge he has out of his playbook for Nate.
They might not be able to feel things so gently but that doesn’t meant they don’t feel, right? It’s all a game of pressure and Sunjata knows intimately well just what to do in this kind of situation. One hand tangles in her blonde locks while the other drifts down toward her clit, rubbing gentle circles along it as his blunt teeth find a space in what would be his sensitive part of his neck, and he latches on to apply enough pressure to distract her, adjusting the two of them enough to line himself up with her.
He hums against her neck as he pulls back, hovering above her as his blown steel searches her face for a brief moment, as if it’s the last time they can decide against it – but they’re already here now and Sunjata aches, the hand in her hair tugging lightly as he pushes himself in closer to her, hoping that she meets him in the middle to start.
They might not be able to feel things so gently but that doesn’t meant they don’t feel, right? It’s all a game of pressure and Sunjata knows intimately well just what to do in this kind of situation. One hand tangles in her blonde locks while the other drifts down toward her clit, rubbing gentle circles along it as his blunt teeth find a space in what would be his sensitive part of his neck, and he latches on to apply enough pressure to distract her, adjusting the two of them enough to line himself up with her.
He hums against her neck as he pulls back, hovering above her as his blown steel searches her face for a brief moment, as if it’s the last time they can decide against it – but they’re already here now and Sunjata aches, the hand in her hair tugging lightly as he pushes himself in closer to her, hoping that she meets him in the middle to start.
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.
