so you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge
before knowledge
and you want it dirty
A nice change. Something in Nate's smirk twists to be a little warmer at that, even though it also awakens the urge to take over, to show Sunjata just how much he can take care of, by breaking down every piece of him and building it back up. That's maybe a bit much for a first time, a real first time, not the desperate twist of hands and teeth and pleasure that they'd had in the ruins. Not that there was any way to guarantee that it wouldn't end up close, but Nate had time to think about his actions, and none of the twisting guilt that came along with every touch.
The question he'd been asking with gentle touches and leading words is answered, wordlessly at first, Sunjata not moving away, but pressing against him, with the slightest bit of a challenge. Nates fingers flex, not just whisper soft brushes anymore, but a grip that holds the others jaw still, his other hand doing the same, properly wrapping around Sunjata's hip and squeezing. Then the verbal comes, the words making Nate chuckle, a justification made into a little private joke between them. He pulls the attuned in close as he is pulled, his own head tilting just a touch as he goes. "I think you need a lot from me." He murmurs, so close that the words can be felt as much as they're heard.
If indulgence is what he wants, Nate will indulge him. Taking the lead, obviously, Nate leans in, aiming to press their lips together in a short, chaste kiss, at least to start. The hand on the others jaw moves, almost of it's own accord, brushing over scars on it's way to his hair. It's a shame it's too short to really get a grip on, nails brushing against skin instead of the satisfying tug, but it's enough to pull Sunjata in deeper, the kiss growing into something with teeth, and a probing tongue. Theres a pleased rumble in Nate's chest, almost a purr and almost a growl, demanding more regardless of how it's felt.
Muscle memory more than need has his hips rolling up against the attuned, pressing him back while the hand at his hips holds him in place. This isn't really for Nate though, not in the physical sense at least. He wants to see how far he can push, now that he has permission, to see if he can coax more begging, more whines from between the others lips. The hand wrapped around the hip shifts, thumb swiping up to seek bare skin, pressing the hem of Sunjata's shirt out of the way as it goes. The rest of his hand follows, cool fingers teasing the newly revealed skin before dipping down, to do the same with the hem of his pants.
The question he'd been asking with gentle touches and leading words is answered, wordlessly at first, Sunjata not moving away, but pressing against him, with the slightest bit of a challenge. Nates fingers flex, not just whisper soft brushes anymore, but a grip that holds the others jaw still, his other hand doing the same, properly wrapping around Sunjata's hip and squeezing. Then the verbal comes, the words making Nate chuckle, a justification made into a little private joke between them. He pulls the attuned in close as he is pulled, his own head tilting just a touch as he goes. "I think you need a lot from me." He murmurs, so close that the words can be felt as much as they're heard.
If indulgence is what he wants, Nate will indulge him. Taking the lead, obviously, Nate leans in, aiming to press their lips together in a short, chaste kiss, at least to start. The hand on the others jaw moves, almost of it's own accord, brushing over scars on it's way to his hair. It's a shame it's too short to really get a grip on, nails brushing against skin instead of the satisfying tug, but it's enough to pull Sunjata in deeper, the kiss growing into something with teeth, and a probing tongue. Theres a pleased rumble in Nate's chest, almost a purr and almost a growl, demanding more regardless of how it's felt.
Muscle memory more than need has his hips rolling up against the attuned, pressing him back while the hand at his hips holds him in place. This isn't really for Nate though, not in the physical sense at least. He wants to see how far he can push, now that he has permission, to see if he can coax more begging, more whines from between the others lips. The hand wrapped around the hip shifts, thumb swiping up to seek bare skin, pressing the hem of Sunjata's shirt out of the way as it goes. The rest of his hand follows, cool fingers teasing the newly revealed skin before dipping down, to do the same with the hem of his pants.
and no one can figure out what you want
and you won’t tell them
NATE
