- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
"Distracting?" Nate repeats, not quite able to fully commit to the drama and bring a scandalized hand to his chest, if only because it would remove that hand from the other mans body. "What do I do to you that's distracting? This?" He rolls his hips again, losing himself in the motion a little more this time. "Or this?" His hands move down Sunjata's legs again, blunt nails dragging up towards his hips. "Or is it the bite?" The grin that spreads over Nate's face is endlessly smug, the whine feeling like a victory, the tease only adding to his own excitement.
It would be a lie to say Sunjata rising so suddenly didn't startle him, but Nate leaned into it as easily as he could, his arms coming forward now to wrap around the attuned again, to help pull him flush and hold him up. The claws on his legs are all the coercion he needs to move them wherever the other man wants, most of his focus taken up by the hungry kiss, the low groan that it pulls from him. It's rare that he's in the dark about what's going to happen, but it's happened, and Nate is, surprisingly, more than willing to lean away from some of his control now that it's been taking, leaning back to give Sunjata a moment with the reins.
It would be a lie to say Sunjata rising so suddenly didn't startle him, but Nate leaned into it as easily as he could, his arms coming forward now to wrap around the attuned again, to help pull him flush and hold him up. The claws on his legs are all the coercion he needs to move them wherever the other man wants, most of his focus taken up by the hungry kiss, the low groan that it pulls from him. It's rare that he's in the dark about what's going to happen, but it's happened, and Nate is, surprisingly, more than willing to lean away from some of his control now that it's been taking, leaning back to give Sunjata a moment with the reins.
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
