// 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 //
His breath hitches, the pressure he offers as he nudges his neck against her threatening teeth, a hopeful answer to this position they’ve gotten into. And luckily for him she takes him up on it. And it’s true when he doesn’t last long, feeling her teeth sink into his neck, feeling her tighten around him as she reaches that high point of ecstasy, Sunjata’s lost in the drowning waves of his own chased pleasure.
“Fuck, fok,” he manages with a groan, lurching forward into her, hands moving along her to follow up with the waves of pleasure after as he rides out his own, pressing against her leg that’s hitched on his shoulder, a burning sensation of the wave crashing against his mind like a rubberband, bouncing back for more and more with her teeth in his neck and the taste of iron stark on his tongue.
It takes him a moment to still, chest heaving as he pulls her leg from his shoulder with a surprising tenderness, body and muscles trembling and aching with exertion and relief.
“Fuck, fok,” he manages with a groan, lurching forward into her, hands moving along her to follow up with the waves of pleasure after as he rides out his own, pressing against her leg that’s hitched on his shoulder, a burning sensation of the wave crashing against his mind like a rubberband, bouncing back for more and more with her teeth in his neck and the taste of iron stark on his tongue.
It takes him a moment to still, chest heaving as he pulls her leg from his shoulder with a surprising tenderness, body and muscles trembling and aching with exertion and relief.
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.
