Silver, Sharp, and Could Not Care

NATE

i would do anything for you to love me,
like i'm an american hero, baby

As hard as it was to really wrap his head around still, Nate felt every second of their season separation in the desperate song of his nerves, thrumming everywhere they touch, with every sound he drags from his husband, every little movement. Nate’s eyes are mirrors for the wordless expression shimmering in Sunjata’s steel, an unspoken breath of perfection echoing between them, back and forth like smoke.

Nate’s frantic pace slows as he sinks down again, the ascended arching. The tingle of pressure from his hair being tugged sends shivers down his spine. Fingers dig into the meat of the attuneds body, Nate trying to remember to shift his finger to keep from weari black bruises into the other man. He sighs around the weight of Sunjata’s cock on his tongue, the warmth, though Nate is careful to not let his savouring interrupt his husbands pleasure.

Then, just as they adjust to the slow, deliberate pace, Nate changes again. He bobs his head faster, but leaves enough room so he can wrap a hand around Sunjata’s cock while his mouth works, stroking whatever length doesn’t make it past his lips. And once he’s confident that his fingers are slick enough, Nate’s hand slips lower, fingers brushing against Sunjata’s ass.

star-spangled in my manner, shaking
every man's hand in the presidential manor, you see