SUNJATA
the flood
'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low
don't lead me in when you feel low
The leash is loosened step by step with each attempt Sunjata takes, internally and immensely pleased with this shift — to give back after he’s felt like all he’s done is take. There’s a low, breathless hum that slips from his lips in agreement, moving on to focus on the way Nate relaxes — still challenges — but relaxes all the same. And it gives Sunjata a moment to run calloused hands along the expanse of pale skin, of tattoos and scars, memorizing where each line and dip are located —
Which places arise the best results, as well.
His partially shifted fangs are soon buried in Nate’s neck, feeling the way the Ascended pushes back against them and smirking into it before pulling away to trail his kisses up and up, hearing Nate’s own response, stormy steels meeting the electricity within Nate’s unblinking ones. The intensity of the accent has him humming along with it, smirk widening a small amount as he considers it. “Maybe for you—” He begins to rumble before he’s cut off by the way Nate’s hands rest at his shoulders and the Ascended grinds down easily against Sunjata’s hardened length, a growl slipping from him that’s half a laugh, half desire. “Would you really?” He grinds out, taking the moment to attempt to catch his breath, to roam his hands further to adjust Nate in a way that’ll give him the relief he seeks.
Still, the position is enough to give Nate that amount of control of before — because really? Sunjata would probably be lost without it, a first try at this for him, another experience Nate gets to give and be a part of. And so he fumbles a small amount, head tilting back a small amount to survey Nate’s face, open as a book despite the shadows in his gaze that he’s absolutely going to want and invite the guidance. “So if I were to trust you…?” He raises a brow in a challenge to Nate, fanged smirk hinting at his lips.
Which places arise the best results, as well.
His partially shifted fangs are soon buried in Nate’s neck, feeling the way the Ascended pushes back against them and smirking into it before pulling away to trail his kisses up and up, hearing Nate’s own response, stormy steels meeting the electricity within Nate’s unblinking ones. The intensity of the accent has him humming along with it, smirk widening a small amount as he considers it. “Maybe for you—” He begins to rumble before he’s cut off by the way Nate’s hands rest at his shoulders and the Ascended grinds down easily against Sunjata’s hardened length, a growl slipping from him that’s half a laugh, half desire. “Would you really?” He grinds out, taking the moment to attempt to catch his breath, to roam his hands further to adjust Nate in a way that’ll give him the relief he seeks.
Still, the position is enough to give Nate that amount of control of before — because really? Sunjata would probably be lost without it, a first try at this for him, another experience Nate gets to give and be a part of. And so he fumbles a small amount, head tilting back a small amount to survey Nate’s face, open as a book despite the shadows in his gaze that he’s absolutely going to want and invite the guidance. “So if I were to trust you…?” He raises a brow in a challenge to Nate, fanged smirk hinting at his lips.
'cause i might make a move
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
