OLIVER
Every time Amun licked his lips, licked his fangs, sent shudders down Oliver's spine. Made him feel warm in his groin and reminded him of all those feelings from before. Caused him to yearn for more. He wanted that, more than anything."Then use those senses. Show me that you want me. Because right now you haven't showed me any of that, seems like you don't know what you want from me." His voice came out loud without stumbles, but also teasing towards the end. He wanted to egg Amun on, cause him to drop the brunette and come for him.
However, a certain someone was stubborn. Refusing to share even Amun. Oliver knew from experience that Amun was the one to take charge. The one time Oliver had tried to pleasure the other man, show him that he could do something great, his head was yanked back and he was put back in his place. No way would Amun allow himself to be turned into the one being controlled. Still, that didn't prevent him from feeling jealous. Craving those feelings himself.
The only thing showing Oliver that he could still do stuff, still had hope of ever receiving anything in return was the way Amun addressed him. Reminiscent of their first time together, the Ascended beckoned him forward, showing how much control he had over him. "I want more." His voice was quieter now than before, but no less confident. More like he was in thought, trying to decide what to say next. "Leave marks. Show me what you can do." Obviously, he wasn't entirely used to making upfront demands. He wasn't sure what to ask for from the two. Should he even ask for something in specific? Or should he hope that the two would give him what his body desired.
Amun only seemed to confirm his suspicions. He showed the brunette exactly what Oliver assumed: the Ascended was in control. He always was. Still, there wasn't too much Oliver could do. The two had already begun to kiss and Oliver hadn't even gotten so much as a touch. It made the jealousy in him rise. He had to do something to establish he was still there. That he wanted more than just a simple bite from Amun.
With his back tall, though would the two even notice, he marched up behind Ezra. Taking off his sweater to reveal a torso with three tattoos, he stood behind the tall brunette. Oliver stood close, their bodies almost meeting.
Without little hesitation, most likely due to how badly Oliver wanted attention, he moved to grasp at the other's waistband. His hands moved along the fabric and bare skin as he moved towards the front. While one hand dipped just below the waist band, the other worked towards removing anything that restricted him from straight up yanking the pants down. The belt was removed and he now worked towards pulling the pants down. As he did so, he left lingering kissing along the other's back. Amun had zero interest in this sort of attention, but perhaps the brunette would be hooked.
However, a certain someone was stubborn. Refusing to share even Amun. Oliver knew from experience that Amun was the one to take charge. The one time Oliver had tried to pleasure the other man, show him that he could do something great, his head was yanked back and he was put back in his place. No way would Amun allow himself to be turned into the one being controlled. Still, that didn't prevent him from feeling jealous. Craving those feelings himself.
The only thing showing Oliver that he could still do stuff, still had hope of ever receiving anything in return was the way Amun addressed him. Reminiscent of their first time together, the Ascended beckoned him forward, showing how much control he had over him. "I want more." His voice was quieter now than before, but no less confident. More like he was in thought, trying to decide what to say next. "Leave marks. Show me what you can do." Obviously, he wasn't entirely used to making upfront demands. He wasn't sure what to ask for from the two. Should he even ask for something in specific? Or should he hope that the two would give him what his body desired.
Amun only seemed to confirm his suspicions. He showed the brunette exactly what Oliver assumed: the Ascended was in control. He always was. Still, there wasn't too much Oliver could do. The two had already begun to kiss and Oliver hadn't even gotten so much as a touch. It made the jealousy in him rise. He had to do something to establish he was still there. That he wanted more than just a simple bite from Amun.
With his back tall, though would the two even notice, he marched up behind Ezra. Taking off his sweater to reveal a torso with three tattoos, he stood behind the tall brunette. Oliver stood close, their bodies almost meeting.
Without little hesitation, most likely due to how badly Oliver wanted attention, he moved to grasp at the other's waistband. His hands moved along the fabric and bare skin as he moved towards the front. While one hand dipped just below the waist band, the other worked towards removing anything that restricted him from straight up yanking the pants down. The belt was removed and he now worked towards pulling the pants down. As he did so, he left lingering kissing along the other's back. Amun had zero interest in this sort of attention, but perhaps the brunette would be hooked.
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