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
His breath hitches, Sunjata swallowing hard against the sensations that the Ascended draws out of him each time he swallows his length. His heartbeat thunders, pulsing hard against his neck against the fresh bite and the older, fingers tightening in the sheets. There’s still some bashful part of him that struggles to answer Nate, knowing full well he knows what he’s doing, and luckily for him before he can form the words, Nate’s speaking again.
There’s no warning, just the spit slick finger that slips into him that draws out a moan, that draws his hips to try and rock against the pressure Nate applies. “Yes.” It comes out as a broken, half muffled groan, one that has him breaking quickly with the addition of the second finger. “Fuck me,” it’s both a curse and a plea that drops from accented lips, Sunjata aiming to grind down further while the hand in Nate’s hair does move now.
Fingers tighten into dark locks, a fistful of them as he has to break from watching, head tilted back as he sucks down breath after breath, chest heaving and sweat slick with warmth and desire. It doesn’t take that much longer, either, the ex-Attuned crumbling under Nate’s ministrations, that tether snapping as he breaks and spills along Nate’s tongue and down his throat.
There’s no warning, just the spit slick finger that slips into him that draws out a moan, that draws his hips to try and rock against the pressure Nate applies. “Yes.” It comes out as a broken, half muffled groan, one that has him breaking quickly with the addition of the second finger. “Fuck me,” it’s both a curse and a plea that drops from accented lips, Sunjata aiming to grind down further while the hand in Nate’s hair does move now.
Fingers tighten into dark locks, a fistful of them as he has to break from watching, head tilted back as he sucks down breath after breath, chest heaving and sweat slick with warmth and desire. It doesn’t take that much longer, either, the ex-Attuned crumbling under Nate’s ministrations, that tether snapping as he breaks and spills along Nate’s tongue and down his throat.
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.
