amun
”You already know what I want from you, Blondie.” A bite. That was all the Ascended could offer. Oh sure, he could fool around—and wouldn’t mind pleasuring either man, not in the slightest—but that would just be mental and emotional, to know that he could still do it. For his physical sake, some blood would sate his appetites. For a little bit.
As Oliver approached, Amun smirked. It was progress. But was it enough? Because even the small flickers of certainty died under the potter’s commanding gaze. ”Gotta be a little more specific than that.” Indeed, Amun wasn’t all that impressed. Leave marks? Where. Show Blondie that the Ascended could do what? Oh so much, but Blondie needed to learn to ask. Or to take.
As Oliver walked around to try and take off Gorgeous’ pants, the bartender turned as hissed at Blondie. Seemed that Gorgeous wasn't all that impressed with Oliver either. Alright then. ”Then look at me instead, Gorgeous.” And Blondie could look as well. At this point the Ascended was growing bored with all the games and posturing. This was taking far too long, and he decided that he’d waited long enough. If the bartender didn’t want Blondie, that was fine. But the potter wanted someone, and he was just about ready to take what he could get.
Stepping forward, one hand reached forward to slip under Gorgeous’ pants, finding the bartender’s hard length and stroking it roughly. The other rose to grip that beautiful hair in a tight fist. Jerking Gorgeous’ head to one side, Amun stepped forward, nipping at the bartender’s collarbone and then kissing up his neck, making sure to leave marks behind. Then, without warning, he bite down and felt Gorgeous’ delicious blood pour pasted Amun’s lips. It tasted as good as the bartender looked. With a moan, the potter’s dexterous fingers picked up their pace on Gorgeous’ cock.
Hopefully Oliver was learning a few things.
As Oliver approached, Amun smirked. It was progress. But was it enough? Because even the small flickers of certainty died under the potter’s commanding gaze. ”Gotta be a little more specific than that.” Indeed, Amun wasn’t all that impressed. Leave marks? Where. Show Blondie that the Ascended could do what? Oh so much, but Blondie needed to learn to ask. Or to take.
As Oliver walked around to try and take off Gorgeous’ pants, the bartender turned as hissed at Blondie. Seemed that Gorgeous wasn't all that impressed with Oliver either. Alright then. ”Then look at me instead, Gorgeous.” And Blondie could look as well. At this point the Ascended was growing bored with all the games and posturing. This was taking far too long, and he decided that he’d waited long enough. If the bartender didn’t want Blondie, that was fine. But the potter wanted someone, and he was just about ready to take what he could get.
Stepping forward, one hand reached forward to slip under Gorgeous’ pants, finding the bartender’s hard length and stroking it roughly. The other rose to grip that beautiful hair in a tight fist. Jerking Gorgeous’ head to one side, Amun stepped forward, nipping at the bartender’s collarbone and then kissing up his neck, making sure to leave marks behind. Then, without warning, he bite down and felt Gorgeous’ delicious blood pour pasted Amun’s lips. It tasted as good as the bartender looked. With a moan, the potter’s dexterous fingers picked up their pace on Gorgeous’ cock.
Hopefully Oliver was learning a few things.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
