SUNJATA
look who's digging their own grave
this is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death
this is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death
He doesn’t know what it is about receiving praise from Nate, but it’s like a part of him typically so well reserved, so well hidden, is suddenly bloomed out into the open – available for Nate to view, for him to see and want and love. It’s almost heartbreaking if he thinks about it too long, and so instead of dwelling on it, Sunjata simply accepts it – a softer edge to his steel gaze and blown pupils where he watches Nate.
His tone changes and he watches as Nate changes with it, another separate part of him that’s hidden as well rises to the surface, overtaking the previous sensitive version his husband’s already brought out. That, and with the cool feel of the line of spit that lands on his cock, the once-Attuned shivers, a gasp leaves him, a tremble forming in his legs. It’s a beautiful view he has, but he doesn’t want to break the moment in saying so – his eyes expressing it in lieu of words, because they fail him the second that Nate’s lips are taking him.
There’s a hitch of his breath, a groan that rumbles from his throat, incapable of continuing to keep his eyes on the other man. Instead, his hand tangles in Nate’s hair, loose enough that each time he goes down there’s a sharp tug, letting Nate to essentially all of the work as his hips are pinned, horned head tilting back, a shuddering inhale breaching his lungs as if he’s been drowning and just brought back to air.
His tone changes and he watches as Nate changes with it, another separate part of him that’s hidden as well rises to the surface, overtaking the previous sensitive version his husband’s already brought out. That, and with the cool feel of the line of spit that lands on his cock, the once-Attuned shivers, a gasp leaves him, a tremble forming in his legs. It’s a beautiful view he has, but he doesn’t want to break the moment in saying so – his eyes expressing it in lieu of words, because they fail him the second that Nate’s lips are taking him.
There’s a hitch of his breath, a groan that rumbles from his throat, incapable of continuing to keep his eyes on the other man. Instead, his hand tangles in Nate’s hair, loose enough that each time he goes down there’s a sharp tug, letting Nate to essentially all of the work as his hips are pinned, horned head tilting back, a shuddering inhale breaching his lungs as if he’s been drowning and just brought back to air.
look who makes their own bed, lies right down within it
and what will you have left?
and what will you have left?
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.
