// call out in the middle of the night
for when else would I hear you? //
for when else would I hear you? //
Her legs wrap around him and he presses in, length still trapped by unforgiving fabric but he pays it little mind as her words cut through an idle, gentle preamble. His lips part, enough that he can’t get any audible words out by the time her nails drag against his back and neck, instead opting for a rumbling growl of a sound, teeth nipping into his lower lip, before his head is angling as she aims for his pierced lobe. A grunt of a sound leaves him before it breaks into a quiet, husky laugh.
“Understood.” He purrs, voice deep and husky, and in an air of pretending like he isn’t going to listen, one hand lifts to rake through her blonde hair, trailing down far enough from her scalp in a gentle touch before he fists his hand, tugging roughly to expose her neck to him, diving in to press a sharp toothed bite to her neck, enough to leave a small mark that he kisses the sting away. It’s a good distraction for his other hand to reach down and unbutton the pants he wears, a sharp exhale of relief as he relieves the tension there, pushing the clothes out of the way as quickly as he can.
In a split second, the Flood is rising again, wings used for stability as both hands roughly grip Hotaru’s thighs, dragging her closer, lining them up. She’d wanted this, given the go ahead, and Sunjata lets that possessive dragon out in the roughness he gives her, haloed by the orange bonfire behind him. He’s already hard, aching, wanting, and he can already start to feel the slickness between her legs, and it gives him all he needs to pull her thighs closer again, sinking in with a groan as he moves to blanket her again.
“Understood.” He purrs, voice deep and husky, and in an air of pretending like he isn’t going to listen, one hand lifts to rake through her blonde hair, trailing down far enough from her scalp in a gentle touch before he fists his hand, tugging roughly to expose her neck to him, diving in to press a sharp toothed bite to her neck, enough to leave a small mark that he kisses the sting away. It’s a good distraction for his other hand to reach down and unbutton the pants he wears, a sharp exhale of relief as he relieves the tension there, pushing the clothes out of the way as quickly as he can.
In a split second, the Flood is rising again, wings used for stability as both hands roughly grip Hotaru’s thighs, dragging her closer, lining them up. She’d wanted this, given the go ahead, and Sunjata lets that possessive dragon out in the roughness he gives her, haloed by the orange bonfire behind him. He’s already hard, aching, wanting, and he can already start to feel the slickness between her legs, and it gives him all he needs to pull her thighs closer again, sinking in with a groan as he moves to blanket her again.
the flood
// fall out in the cold starlight
i can save you if you do //
i can save you if you do //
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.
