no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made
The sound against his throat is enough to keep his fingers dancing along the crystalline horn, distraction in its finest form even as he feels Danta press down against him, feels the friction build which results in a warm flush across his scarred and freckled skin, results in the tightening of his pants as Danta’s hand snakes down to unfasten his pants. He sighs at the sudden relief it offers, though not quite for long – a chill creeping in as the Ancient starts to move down his body, taking his clothes with it.
It's easy to slip out of them, some of the weight Sunjata’d bulked was now lost, but soon enough he’s shrugged out of enough of them to sit up on an elbow, the one hand still tangled against a horn and in blonde hair, only half shrugging out of the shirt he wears to reveal his chest and shoulders. Wars were overrated, and it was something he didn’t want to think about as Danta closes in on his most sensitive parts.
It's easy to slip out of them, some of the weight Sunjata’d bulked was now lost, but soon enough he’s shrugged out of enough of them to sit up on an elbow, the one hand still tangled against a horn and in blonde hair, only half shrugging out of the shirt he wears to reveal his chest and shoulders. Wars were overrated, and it was something he didn’t want to think about as Danta closes in on his most sensitive parts.
the flood
with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
