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As Oliver hesitated, Amun smirked. Submissive could be cute, but there was a huge difference between a submissive who wanted to be dominated and one who was so uncertain about what he wanted that it veered into being not at all sexy. Right now, Blondie was veering towards the latter. After all the Ascended had done all the work in his last encounter with the newcomer and Amun didn’t want to repeat the experience. Variety was the spice of his sex life and all that.
Thankfully, Gorgeous responded first, and the potter threw the bartender a wicked look. Simultaneously, the Ascended’s hand squeezed Gorgeous’ ass again as the bartender leaned into the potter's touch. Then Amun returned his gaze to Oliver. ”Couldn’t have said it better myself.” The Ascended smirked wickedly. ”You call, Blondie. Why should what Gorgeous wants matter? If you want a taste, nothing’s stopping you.” Except for the fact that Oliver so obviously needed to be led,. Again, once was fine, but twice wasn’t nearly as appealing.
As Gorgeous’ hand moved up to the potter’s hair, he grinned, then turned his head to lightly nip at the bartender’s wrist. Not enough to draw blood, of course, but enough to tease at what might come. However, as Gorgeous questioned Oliver’s commitment, Amun looked back at the newcomer, eyes flicking up and down Blondie’s body. ”Nor to me. And why should we be the ones to lose our clothes first?”
As the bartender placed the newcomer in charge, though, the potter immediately felt his predatory instincts flare—both his sexual and Ascended ones—and he turned so that he was facing Gorgeous and deliberately not facing Blondie. One of Amun’s hand remained on the bartender’s hip as the other came to rest on Gorgeous’ chest, fingers tracing delicious patterns there. ”Or we could make this a duet.” The potter winked. Then it was his turn to throw Oliver a challenging look over the Ascended’s shoulder.
Thankfully, Gorgeous responded first, and the potter threw the bartender a wicked look. Simultaneously, the Ascended’s hand squeezed Gorgeous’ ass again as the bartender leaned into the potter's touch. Then Amun returned his gaze to Oliver. ”Couldn’t have said it better myself.” The Ascended smirked wickedly. ”You call, Blondie. Why should what Gorgeous wants matter? If you want a taste, nothing’s stopping you.” Except for the fact that Oliver so obviously needed to be led,. Again, once was fine, but twice wasn’t nearly as appealing.
As Gorgeous’ hand moved up to the potter’s hair, he grinned, then turned his head to lightly nip at the bartender’s wrist. Not enough to draw blood, of course, but enough to tease at what might come. However, as Gorgeous questioned Oliver’s commitment, Amun looked back at the newcomer, eyes flicking up and down Blondie’s body. ”Nor to me. And why should we be the ones to lose our clothes first?”
As the bartender placed the newcomer in charge, though, the potter immediately felt his predatory instincts flare—both his sexual and Ascended ones—and he turned so that he was facing Gorgeous and deliberately not facing Blondie. One of Amun’s hand remained on the bartender’s hip as the other came to rest on Gorgeous’ chest, fingers tracing delicious patterns there. ”Or we could make this a duet.” The potter winked. Then it was his turn to throw Oliver a challenging look over the Ascended’s shoulder.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
