light up my moon

SUNJATA

the flood

'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low

Nate’s hands find horns, pulling and tugging at them, erupting a growl of a sensation from his throat, louder than the previous ones as his head tilts back and moves with the way Nate makes him. And the rhythm when it starts again, comes almost naturally — like they’d finally figured out a way for the movement to make sense, and he purrs a vibrating sound accompanied with the claws that have Nate reacting just as Sunjata had hoped it would. His head tilts back as Nate sinks down further, as the Ascended presses closer against him, as the other man’s vibrating groans match Sunjata’s own (though Sunjata’s bear a bit more of a whine as that string grows tighter and tighter with each passing second, each thrust given) and he almost wants to hold his breath — to get that flood of a feeling once it hits.

But he can’t, dizzied by Nate and everything the Ascended’s done and allowed so far today. And when the bite happens, it takes everything within Sunjata to not simply melt and burn right there — to draw it out for Nate as long as he can so he can enjoy it just as much. But it does spark a louder moan from him, a harder shift as Sunjata can’t handle the almost overwhelming sense of feeling that comes with it, and when he grows too lightheaded, too overstimulated, he presses Nate both against him and down further into his cock, the Ascended’s only warning, sharp and abrupt, body trembling and shuddering hard as he cums, unable to keep the string from breaking within him.

His hands lift then, shifting back to hands, tangling into long dark raven hair and pressing him against himself to ride out the wave and the surge of pleasure it brings, swallowing hard against the huge heaving breaths he tries to take, leaning back a bit harder until his dorsal fin begins to dig a hole into the sand.

'cause i might make a move