- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
It takes everything in Nate to not purr in smug contentment when the attuned's head leans back into his hand, fingers shifting from hair to horns as they spiral out towards the sky. His grip is careful, gentle, right up until it's not, until he's tugging like there's no other way for him to stay balanced. The shift, back and forth, is a little dizzying, not helped by the way claws still drag up his sides, by the gaze he can feel on him, even if his own eyes haven't quite made their way back up yet.
Finding a rhythm comes easier this time around, even if it surprises the attuned when he does. Nate does his best to move with the hips below him, pressing up into him. There's enough of a sense of pressure that he can sink down into it, helped by the sharpness wrapping around his hips, fingers and claws dragging along old cuts and making new ones. His eyes finally lift up again, just in time to watch, to feel Sunjata's head tip back. Nate stares, let's his eyes roam over the exposed expanse of skin and manages to hold himself back for a breath. Maybe. Then, Nate dives in, demanding more, soft groans pressed against the beat of his heart, hand tugging, gently, at horns.
When he bites, in an obvious, high up place, Nate's careful motions grow frantic, the sensation brought with it almost overwhelming. A rough growl leaves him, and he grinds his body against Sunjata's more insistently, trying to feel everything while he can.
Finding a rhythm comes easier this time around, even if it surprises the attuned when he does. Nate does his best to move with the hips below him, pressing up into him. There's enough of a sense of pressure that he can sink down into it, helped by the sharpness wrapping around his hips, fingers and claws dragging along old cuts and making new ones. His eyes finally lift up again, just in time to watch, to feel Sunjata's head tip back. Nate stares, let's his eyes roam over the exposed expanse of skin and manages to hold himself back for a breath. Maybe. Then, Nate dives in, demanding more, soft groans pressed against the beat of his heart, hand tugging, gently, at horns.
When he bites, in an obvious, high up place, Nate's careful motions grow frantic, the sensation brought with it almost overwhelming. A rough growl leaves him, and he grinds his body against Sunjata's more insistently, trying to feel everything while he can.
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
