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
“Ah,” he pants, breaking when the next finger slips in, when the staticky hand grips his horn and tugs his head up, a hazy, not quite there look while his face twitches and softens with the tether of tension breaking. He watches Nate, as much as he can, fighting the urge to shut his eyes and let it overcome him, prolonging it out the longer their eyes meet and the more Nate works him until he’s so sensitive that he shivers as he regains his breaths, as Nate pulls off of him.
There’s almost a whine that slips from his throat as if his husband is about to step away completely, but it catches in his throat when those hands and arms tug him down and down, easily and willingly moving, malleable in the way that putty is. Some clarity comes back to him, hands rising to run through dark curls, connecting at the back of his neck.
If he’s being honest, with Nate above him how he is, he thinks the Ascended is about to do something other than what he does. The rogue hair on his forehead is brushed away and the light, still lusty steel meets bright blues, watching the way his hands bring out the electric streams of light under the other man’s skin, before he draws back at the time Nate dives in for a kiss.
There’s a slight hiccup of a laugh into the kiss, the taste of salt sharp on his tongue as it meets his husband’s, as Nate shares with him. But he dives in, pushing back, the relaxed body of his smoothing out as his muscles bunch and he moves to flip them, using the kiss and the way he presses against his husband as a distraction.
There’s almost a whine that slips from his throat as if his husband is about to step away completely, but it catches in his throat when those hands and arms tug him down and down, easily and willingly moving, malleable in the way that putty is. Some clarity comes back to him, hands rising to run through dark curls, connecting at the back of his neck.
If he’s being honest, with Nate above him how he is, he thinks the Ascended is about to do something other than what he does. The rogue hair on his forehead is brushed away and the light, still lusty steel meets bright blues, watching the way his hands bring out the electric streams of light under the other man’s skin, before he draws back at the time Nate dives in for a kiss.
There’s a slight hiccup of a laugh into the kiss, the taste of salt sharp on his tongue as it meets his husband’s, as Nate shares with him. But he dives in, pushing back, the relaxed body of his smoothing out as his muscles bunch and he moves to flip them, using the kiss and the way he presses against his husband as a distraction.
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.
