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Well well well. It seemed that Blondie had a bit of a spine after all. A bit. Amun smirked as Oliver started issuing orders. They weren’t given with a lot of force, but hey, they were orders. There was hope for the newcomer yet. Honestly, it was probably for the best that they didn’t have a whole lot of authority in them; the Ascended knew he was in charge, no matter who was saying what. Superior being and all that. ”Actually, I don’t just want a show. You see, I prefer to use all my senses rather than just my vision. Smell. Hearing. Touch.” Licking his lips and lingering on his fangs, he winked at Blondie. ”Taste.”
But the potter was happy to comply with the whole losing a few layers suggestion. Breaking free of Gorgeous as the bartender shucked off the furs, Amun crossed his arms, hooked his fingers under the bottom of his shirt, and slowly peeled it off, exposing one inch of tantalizing skin at a time. He rolled his body as he went, making his muscles stand out. Once it was fully off, he tossed it aside, then laid his hand on Gorgeous’ now bare chest, fingers resuming their sensual dance across the bartender’s skin. ”I think I’ll call you mine.” The Ascended’s tone held a wicked amount of playful heat.
It stayed there as Gorgeous responded to the continuing music metaphor. ”Trust me. I’ll help you find pitches you didn’t know you had.” The potter’s hands scratched briefly at Gorgeous’ skin, not enough to draw blood, but enough to tell the bartender that Amun wasn’t above getting a little rough. Afterwards, his fingers drifted over to the Gorgeous’s nipple, but never quite touched it, circling and teasing.
At which point, Oliver came over and the bartender slipped behind Amun, Gorgeous’ chin resting on the Ascended’s shoulder and strong hands wrapping around the potter’s body. Amun quite liked being the center of all this attention, of course. Not bothering to respond to the comment about who was in charge—because, again, it was the potter—he just lifted one hand to run it through the bartender’s luxurious hair as teeth nipped at Amun’s ear and hands found his pants.
”That’s all, Blondie? You’ve got two hot bodies just waiting for you, and all you want is the same thing as last time?” The Ascended crooked a finger in a come hither gesture at Oliver as the potter’s voice dropped into a lower, more sensual, and more commanding register. ”I think you can do better than that.” Turning to the bartender’s deliciously close face, Amun smirked. ”Who said I was the one being shared? You’re mine, Gorgeous.” And the Ascended would do as he pleased. With that, without hesitation, he leaned forward to kiss the bartender hungrily.
But the potter was happy to comply with the whole losing a few layers suggestion. Breaking free of Gorgeous as the bartender shucked off the furs, Amun crossed his arms, hooked his fingers under the bottom of his shirt, and slowly peeled it off, exposing one inch of tantalizing skin at a time. He rolled his body as he went, making his muscles stand out. Once it was fully off, he tossed it aside, then laid his hand on Gorgeous’ now bare chest, fingers resuming their sensual dance across the bartender’s skin. ”I think I’ll call you mine.” The Ascended’s tone held a wicked amount of playful heat.
It stayed there as Gorgeous responded to the continuing music metaphor. ”Trust me. I’ll help you find pitches you didn’t know you had.” The potter’s hands scratched briefly at Gorgeous’ skin, not enough to draw blood, but enough to tell the bartender that Amun wasn’t above getting a little rough. Afterwards, his fingers drifted over to the Gorgeous’s nipple, but never quite touched it, circling and teasing.
At which point, Oliver came over and the bartender slipped behind Amun, Gorgeous’ chin resting on the Ascended’s shoulder and strong hands wrapping around the potter’s body. Amun quite liked being the center of all this attention, of course. Not bothering to respond to the comment about who was in charge—because, again, it was the potter—he just lifted one hand to run it through the bartender’s luxurious hair as teeth nipped at Amun’s ear and hands found his pants.
”That’s all, Blondie? You’ve got two hot bodies just waiting for you, and all you want is the same thing as last time?” The Ascended crooked a finger in a come hither gesture at Oliver as the potter’s voice dropped into a lower, more sensual, and more commanding register. ”I think you can do better than that.” Turning to the bartender’s deliciously close face, Amun smirked. ”Who said I was the one being shared? You’re mine, Gorgeous.” And the Ascended would do as he pleased. With that, without hesitation, he leaned forward to kiss the bartender hungrily.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
