liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
"Oh well that's good to know. I'd hate to be anyone's sloppy seconds," Neron drawls, as if he couldn't list a number of people he knows have had a taste of Sunjata (including himself) in the past few seasons alone. He's considering it, in fact, when the other man reaches out, and Neron has no idea what he expects - does Jata want to hold hands while they walk or some shit? - but as the click of a handcuff circles his wrist, he's perfectly speechless for a rare moment.
Don't worry, it doesn't last long.
"Now I am not one to kink shame, but this seems--" Cut off not only by the way the world fades and melts around them, but by the sudden crackle of heat and desire that floods through his body, Neron's remark dies in his throat. In truth, he very rarely has occasion to come here; he hasn't since Morgan, he doesn't think. And it's like someone has just breathed a gasp of life into him, the Hailstorm rolling out his shoulders and lifting a hand, only to find it still tethered to Sunjata.
"You have sex teleportation handcuffs," he says, his voice sounding far away, even as his free (literally) hand reaches out for the scruff of Sunjata's shirt. "Just... in your back pocket. For emergencies." A breathy laugh escapes his throat, but he's already drawing the other man forward to meet his lips in a kiss, heedless to ignore the euphoric feeling of... well... feeling.
Don't worry, it doesn't last long.
"Now I am not one to kink shame, but this seems--" Cut off not only by the way the world fades and melts around them, but by the sudden crackle of heat and desire that floods through his body, Neron's remark dies in his throat. In truth, he very rarely has occasion to come here; he hasn't since Morgan, he doesn't think. And it's like someone has just breathed a gasp of life into him, the Hailstorm rolling out his shoulders and lifting a hand, only to find it still tethered to Sunjata.
"You have sex teleportation handcuffs," he says, his voice sounding far away, even as his free (literally) hand reaches out for the scruff of Sunjata's shirt. "Just... in your back pocket. For emergencies." A breathy laugh escapes his throat, but he's already drawing the other man forward to meet his lips in a kiss, heedless to ignore the euphoric feeling of... well... feeling.
Neron
