so you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge
before knowledge
and you want it dirty
Nate hums in quiet contentment as the attuned does as he’s told, and leans into his chest. The sound is warm, buzzing though him, wrapping around Sunjata much in the same way his arms do, keeping him steady and grounded while he catches his breath, scoops together his mind. ”You did well.” He rumbles, hands rubbing slow circles against the other mans back.
”Is there...?” The words begin the same moment Nate looks around, answering his own question before it ends. Nate shifts, moving so he can support the other man and heave him to his feet, taking as much of his weight as possible while he hobbled them to the beds. ”Too bad I can’t just carry you.” He laughs softly, their progress painfully slow, though a bed is reached eventually. There’s a different kind of intensity to Nate now, not really the hunger anymore, but just as all consuming. It’s clearest in his hands now, which carefully help Sunjata into the bed, make sure he’s comfortable.
”How do you feel?” His hands haven’t stopped moving, checking over bite marks and bruises, soothing over scratches, once even carding through the short crop of hair on Sunjatas head. ”Dizzy? Tired? Do you want anything?”
”Is there...?” The words begin the same moment Nate looks around, answering his own question before it ends. Nate shifts, moving so he can support the other man and heave him to his feet, taking as much of his weight as possible while he hobbled them to the beds. ”Too bad I can’t just carry you.” He laughs softly, their progress painfully slow, though a bed is reached eventually. There’s a different kind of intensity to Nate now, not really the hunger anymore, but just as all consuming. It’s clearest in his hands now, which carefully help Sunjata into the bed, make sure he’s comfortable.
”How do you feel?” His hands haven’t stopped moving, checking over bite marks and bruises, soothing over scratches, once even carding through the short crop of hair on Sunjatas head. ”Dizzy? Tired? Do you want anything?”
and no one can figure out what you want
and you won’t tell them
NATE
