better get to diggin' while my body's getting cold.
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
Hands press hard against Neron’s shoulders, his weight pushed into the other man as his legs tremble with the sensitivity that the bite brings. When Neron pulls away and sense comes back to him — drowned out immensely by the way the room gives out its own sensations. And finally, attention is given to his cock, bringing another spark of pleasure racing to his stomach, down his legs.
It’s relieving and yet tense all the same the second Neron pulls away, the Ascended freeing himself from his own clothes and Sunjata takes the moment of clarity to slip his boots and pants off the rest of the way, immediately sinking to a knee as he climbs onto the bed, hovering over the Ascended as he approaches, lifting a hand to rake through the crop of blonde, giving into those more primal sort of needs as claws extend from his fingertips and horns spiral out from his skull, the claws tangling in the blonde hair to pull his head back.
His other hand, however, presses up against Neron’s thigh, seeking out the other man’s cock, tracing a finger up from the base to the tip before loosely wrapping around it in his own version of a taunt.
It’s relieving and yet tense all the same the second Neron pulls away, the Ascended freeing himself from his own clothes and Sunjata takes the moment of clarity to slip his boots and pants off the rest of the way, immediately sinking to a knee as he climbs onto the bed, hovering over the Ascended as he approaches, lifting a hand to rake through the crop of blonde, giving into those more primal sort of needs as claws extend from his fingertips and horns spiral out from his skull, the claws tangling in the blonde hair to pull his head back.
His other hand, however, presses up against Neron’s thigh, seeking out the other man’s cock, tracing a finger up from the base to the tip before loosely wrapping around it in his own version of a taunt.
SUNJATA
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.
