OLIVER
Amun wanted specific? Fine. Oliver could be specific. "Then I want you to bite me. Shove me up against the wall. Kiss me and pull on my hair. Leave marks on my neck." Oliver wanted Amun to use him, make him feel like he was wanted. Make him feel pleasure far more intense than what he experienced the last time.
Unfortunately, things weren't working his way in the slightest. Neither the kissing nor his attempt to remove the stranger's pants worked. In fact, the person simple whipped around and started scolding him. Out of embarrassment, Oliver's face begun to turn a deep red. He felt ashamed, like he had done something terribly wrong.
Taking a few steps to the side, Oliver sheepishly turned to focus more on Amun. He knew it was better for him to remain there than try to do more with the stranger. Amun wouldn't be able to feel any kisses, no matter how badly Oliver wanted to gain the other man's attention. The two knew how desperate he was and it was absolutely embarrassing. To be scolded and mocked just for trying his damn best.
So instead all he could do for now was watch. He could feel himself growing hard at the sight. To see someone else be bitten and knowing full well just how pleasurable it was. Amun was a consistent man, so it seems, proceeding to do exactly what happened to him. Oliver could only try to hide both the growing hardness as well as his jealousy.
Unfortunately, things weren't working his way in the slightest. Neither the kissing nor his attempt to remove the stranger's pants worked. In fact, the person simple whipped around and started scolding him. Out of embarrassment, Oliver's face begun to turn a deep red. He felt ashamed, like he had done something terribly wrong.
Taking a few steps to the side, Oliver sheepishly turned to focus more on Amun. He knew it was better for him to remain there than try to do more with the stranger. Amun wouldn't be able to feel any kisses, no matter how badly Oliver wanted to gain the other man's attention. The two knew how desperate he was and it was absolutely embarrassing. To be scolded and mocked just for trying his damn best.
So instead all he could do for now was watch. He could feel himself growing hard at the sight. To see someone else be bitten and knowing full well just how pleasurable it was. Amun was a consistent man, so it seems, proceeding to do exactly what happened to him. Oliver could only try to hide both the growing hardness as well as his jealousy.
i saw that my life
was a vast glowing empty page
and i could do anything i wanted
