NATE
i would do anything for you to love me,
like i'm an american hero, baby
like i'm an american hero, baby
“You might die?” Nate is the exact right amount of dramatic, all wide eyes and innocent head tilts as he starts to work his way down Sunjata’s body, hands preceding his eyes and his mouth. He has to break the contact against his face, but Nate leaves an indent of his fang in the other man’s thumb. “Don't want that. He murmurs, pressing a kiss to the attuned’s chest. The teeth in Sunjata’s mouth are the perfect mirror to remind Nate of his own fangs, sharp tips dragging along the meat of his husband’s pec. Teasing is only fun for as long as he isn’t depriving himself though, and it would be a lie to say that Nate’s mouth isn’t watering with anticipation, fluid tinted drool leaving a trail the lower he slips.
No sooner does he press a kiss to the waistband of Sunjata’s shorts than he’s rising up though, a wide smirk crossing Nate’s face. Four hands find their way into the waistband, each tugging very gently in a different direction while the ascended once again drinks in everything he can about the man beneath him.
A shaking breath is drawn in through Nate’s nose, more of the Floods scent filling his lungs. All at once the teasing tugs at the thin fabric yank, filling their bedroom with the momentary sound of shredding fabric as Nate tears away the only bit of separation between them. There’s not a moments hesitation before he leans between Sunjata’s legs, kisses and teasing nips layered along his inner thighs. Nate’s lips take an era to work their way up to the apex of Sunjata’s thighs. Strong arms curl around the demi-god’s hips to pull him slightly closer instead of Nate shifting, cool breath finally ghosting along Sunjata’s length.
No sooner does he press a kiss to the waistband of Sunjata’s shorts than he’s rising up though, a wide smirk crossing Nate’s face. Four hands find their way into the waistband, each tugging very gently in a different direction while the ascended once again drinks in everything he can about the man beneath him.
A shaking breath is drawn in through Nate’s nose, more of the Floods scent filling his lungs. All at once the teasing tugs at the thin fabric yank, filling their bedroom with the momentary sound of shredding fabric as Nate tears away the only bit of separation between them. There’s not a moments hesitation before he leans between Sunjata’s legs, kisses and teasing nips layered along his inner thighs. Nate’s lips take an era to work their way up to the apex of Sunjata’s thighs. Strong arms curl around the demi-god’s hips to pull him slightly closer instead of Nate shifting, cool breath finally ghosting along Sunjata’s length.
star-spangled in my manner, shaking
every man's hand in the presidential manor, you see
every man's hand in the presidential manor, you see
