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’s thriving. A part of him wondering how it’s been so long since he’s felt this way. He knows the reason, though, pushes it aside because they’re here now and he can feel the pulse of his heartbeat against the fresh bite against his neck, a pounding beat like the click of a clock that only rampages more the more Nate takes him and works him.
The pain of the bruises only spur him on, swallowing hard as the groans slip from his chest, incapable of keeping himself as quiet as he typically can. Especially when Nate’s got his hands everywhere, pinning his hips down from moving, his mouth on his cock, his finger brushing up, spit slick with promise. The hand in Nate’s hair tightens, the other seeking out some form of purchase, tightening in the sheets and blankets as if they’ll ground him.
“Fuck—” he grinds out, trying to still be at least somewhat quiet. “Not gonna last long if you do that, hartlam.” He pants, though he’d be lying if he wasn’t trying to wiggle his hips just a bit more down onto that tantalizing tease, a silent plea of asking for more, that he needs that extra touch desperately.
The pain of the bruises only spur him on, swallowing hard as the groans slip from his chest, incapable of keeping himself as quiet as he typically can. Especially when Nate’s got his hands everywhere, pinning his hips down from moving, his mouth on his cock, his finger brushing up, spit slick with promise. The hand in Nate’s hair tightens, the other seeking out some form of purchase, tightening in the sheets and blankets as if they’ll ground him.
“Fuck—” he grinds out, trying to still be at least somewhat quiet. “Not gonna last long if you do that, hartlam.” He pants, though he’d be lying if he wasn’t trying to wiggle his hips just a bit more down onto that tantalizing tease, a silent plea of asking for more, that he needs that extra touch desperately.
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.
