amun
Maybe if Blondie had expressed those desires earlier, Amun would’ve obliged Oliver. However, the Ascended already had a plaything, and as his fangs sank into Gorgeous’ neck, the potter hummed sensually as the pleasure crested within him. He could feel the bartender responding as well, the hard length of the man’s cock growing harder, more rigid; at that feeling, and the fire building inside, Amun’s fingers took on a rougher and firmer pace, stroking Gorgeous with increasingly wild abandon, uncaring exactly how the bartender liked it. As the potter had said, the bartender belonged to Amun now, at least for a little while.
Blondie, sadly, didn’t join them, instead just standing to the side and watching. As Gorgeous asked for permission to cum, though, the Ascended chuckled against the bartender’s neck, sensing an opportunity for all of them to get what they wanted. Lifting his fangs, the potter licked his lips, then smirked. ”You may.” With that, Amun gave Gorgeous an extra firm twist around the bartender’s shaft. ”I want you both to come for me.” Though his hands were on the bartender, the Ascended’s eyes were on Blondie, practically ordering Oliver to pleasure himself.
Permission given, already coming down from the high of the bite, the potter returned his mouth to Gorgeous’ neck. The Ascended lapped at the droplets of blood there, chasing the last bits of pleasure, nipping now and then at the bartender’s skin, though not breaking it. One bite was enough for now. Though hopefully there would be more to follow. There wouldn’t, because Ezra was a dumbass who’d get himself killed.
Blondie, sadly, didn’t join them, instead just standing to the side and watching. As Gorgeous asked for permission to cum, though, the Ascended chuckled against the bartender’s neck, sensing an opportunity for all of them to get what they wanted. Lifting his fangs, the potter licked his lips, then smirked. ”You may.” With that, Amun gave Gorgeous an extra firm twist around the bartender’s shaft. ”I want you both to come for me.” Though his hands were on the bartender, the Ascended’s eyes were on Blondie, practically ordering Oliver to pleasure himself.
Permission given, already coming down from the high of the bite, the potter returned his mouth to Gorgeous’ neck. The Ascended lapped at the droplets of blood there, chasing the last bits of pleasure, nipping now and then at the bartender’s skin, though not breaking it. One bite was enough for now. Though hopefully there would be more to follow. There wouldn’t, because Ezra was a dumbass who’d get himself killed.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
