// i don't wanna break but I did today
guess i only have myself to blame //
guess i only have myself to blame //
“I guess that is more my look, huh? Died for it and all.” It is entirely too soon to be making jokes about his death, and entirely inappropriate to consider what had happened in Stormbreak ‘Neighbourhood Menacing’, but the amount of fucks Nate actually gave wouldn’t fill a fly’s condom.
Sunjata all but disappears into the bush and under Nate’s hands, the smirk more than audible in his long, slow drawl, and the long, slow push of hips. “Course I do. Can’t you feel me?” Nate’s hand has the unfortunate luck to make contact with his husbands asscheek in the same moment as a shriek shatters their relative peace.
Hands that had not been on Sunjata a breath earlier pull him bodily from the bush and behind Nate, the Lone Ranger squaring himself up just long enough for his husband to get to his feet. “Run?” He asks quietly over his shoulder, more than ready to stand his ground or book shit.
Sunjata all but disappears into the bush and under Nate’s hands, the smirk more than audible in his long, slow drawl, and the long, slow push of hips. “Course I do. Can’t you feel me?” Nate’s hand has the unfortunate luck to make contact with his husbands asscheek in the same moment as a shriek shatters their relative peace.
Hands that had not been on Sunjata a breath earlier pull him bodily from the bush and behind Nate, the Lone Ranger squaring himself up just long enough for his husband to get to his feet. “Run?” He asks quietly over his shoulder, more than ready to stand his ground or book shit.
NATE
