so you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge
before knowledge
and you want it dirty
The reaction the new addition of claws gets him is interesting, has Nate grinning smugly, though it’s not really that surprisingly. Sunjata is the type of man who needs to be torn down, and Nate wouldn’t be too surprised if he begged for bites even without the effect. With just a little more preparation, he could have made this very special, could have tailored the experience almost perfectly. Oh well. Now he knows for next time, when if? it happened.
Every time Nate sinks his teeth into Sunjata, it gets harder and harder to pull away, harder and harder to cut off the burn it ignites within him, the sudden rush of a match hitting gasoline and sending everything up all once. It’s out just as quickly too, when he pulls away, so he tries to indulge himself a little, holds it until his head spins, until he hears, through the rushing of fluid in his ears, a soft plea. It isn’t much, just enough to force him off the attuned’s leg and back towards his cock, clawed hands flexing to hold him still.
There is no slow, teasing bob this time, only a rough, desperate rush to reward Sunjata, to silently praise him for giving in, giving Nate exactly what he wanted. And despite what he’s lost, despite the fact that this is nowhere near as satisfying for him as he knows it should be, there is a certain kind of pleasure in not feeling the urge to gag, to slow down at all. It might not be the kind of fucking he’d like to deliver, but he’s doing the absolute best he can given the circumstances.
Enough that Nate thinks he’s lived up to the bite half of what they’re doing, that he feels no qualms about slipping his eyes closed and listening to the broken breaths he’s pulling from the man above him. Nate has absolutely no plans to stop, or even slow down, regardless of what happens, regardless of the peaks he pushes Sunjata to. He wants to move until he breaks the other man down, has him pliant and dazed. The thought sends a rough growl reverberating through Nate’s chest, his throughly, into Sunjata, one of his hands moving upwards, the tips of his claws leaving pink lines in their wake as he reaches up, almost able to wrap his hand around Sunjatas throat. Almost, but not quite.
Every time Nate sinks his teeth into Sunjata, it gets harder and harder to pull away, harder and harder to cut off the burn it ignites within him, the sudden rush of a match hitting gasoline and sending everything up all once. It’s out just as quickly too, when he pulls away, so he tries to indulge himself a little, holds it until his head spins, until he hears, through the rushing of fluid in his ears, a soft plea. It isn’t much, just enough to force him off the attuned’s leg and back towards his cock, clawed hands flexing to hold him still.
There is no slow, teasing bob this time, only a rough, desperate rush to reward Sunjata, to silently praise him for giving in, giving Nate exactly what he wanted. And despite what he’s lost, despite the fact that this is nowhere near as satisfying for him as he knows it should be, there is a certain kind of pleasure in not feeling the urge to gag, to slow down at all. It might not be the kind of fucking he’d like to deliver, but he’s doing the absolute best he can given the circumstances.
Enough that Nate thinks he’s lived up to the bite half of what they’re doing, that he feels no qualms about slipping his eyes closed and listening to the broken breaths he’s pulling from the man above him. Nate has absolutely no plans to stop, or even slow down, regardless of what happens, regardless of the peaks he pushes Sunjata to. He wants to move until he breaks the other man down, has him pliant and dazed. The thought sends a rough growl reverberating through Nate’s chest, his throughly, into Sunjata, one of his hands moving upwards, the tips of his claws leaving pink lines in their wake as he reaches up, almost able to wrap his hand around Sunjatas throat. Almost, but not quite.
and no one can figure out what you want
and you won’t tell them
NATE
