i'm not a whole person, and i dont think i ever will be
parts of me died in the house i grew up in
How does it feel? Nice, he supposes. Always having been the one to make the moves, to take charge, to enjoy. But he can distinctly remember when the tables had turned somewhat, with Lusea and her battle for control as well. With Hotaru and her own, chaining him to the bed with lightning sparking from her fingertips. “A nice change.” He agrees with his eyes devouring Nate’s in return, the uncertainty lingering there of what he does, what he should do — if he even has to.
But Nate pushes that line, a line Sunjata has pushed numerous times. The gentle touches, the promise of more, the hungry devouring gaze. A shiver rises up his spine and he realizes it’s Nate’s attempt at seeing if he wants out, giving him a chance to leave. But he’s pinned by those eyes, the memory of bites and the feeling that had swarmed him within it, the way he’d gone so long without for someone who had a relatively high drive. He remains, rooted to the spot, letting the Ascended touch and test, pressing back against the touch in a hint of defiance.
Nate presses in closer and Sunjata can’t help the smirk that crosses his face. He can feel the Ascended’s hand at his hip, hovering along the scar Lusea had left him, and he presses into that touch too — head tilting ever so slightly to look at Nate. “Mmm, I suppose if the doctor thinks I need another test.” He can’t help the hum to his voice, the feline purr, the attempt at swallowing the awkwardness of it in favor for trying. Something new, something possibly life changing.
He reaches forward then, attempting to rest his hands along the Ascended’s hips to pull him into the Attuned to bridge the gap, head still tilted against Nate’s fingertips, steel gaze sparking with a small flame beneath it all. He finds its not so hard to give in again, nothing to back him away, to veer him away. Only to indulge and drown while testing the waters a bit more fully.
But Nate pushes that line, a line Sunjata has pushed numerous times. The gentle touches, the promise of more, the hungry devouring gaze. A shiver rises up his spine and he realizes it’s Nate’s attempt at seeing if he wants out, giving him a chance to leave. But he’s pinned by those eyes, the memory of bites and the feeling that had swarmed him within it, the way he’d gone so long without for someone who had a relatively high drive. He remains, rooted to the spot, letting the Ascended touch and test, pressing back against the touch in a hint of defiance.
Nate presses in closer and Sunjata can’t help the smirk that crosses his face. He can feel the Ascended’s hand at his hip, hovering along the scar Lusea had left him, and he presses into that touch too — head tilting ever so slightly to look at Nate. “Mmm, I suppose if the doctor thinks I need another test.” He can’t help the hum to his voice, the feline purr, the attempt at swallowing the awkwardness of it in favor for trying. Something new, something possibly life changing.
He reaches forward then, attempting to rest his hands along the Ascended’s hips to pull him into the Attuned to bridge the gap, head still tilted against Nate’s fingertips, steel gaze sparking with a small flame beneath it all. He finds its not so hard to give in again, nothing to back him away, to veer him away. Only to indulge and drown while testing the waters a bit more fully.
& i visit them in dreams
SUNJATA
