amun
Amun chuckled at Bastien’s guess, the sound dark and low. ”No, twenty is far too many. Way too much work. And I don’t need a big cock, because again, I know what I’m doing, handsome.” Winking at the other man, the potter smirked. ”Plus I already have one.” A nonfunctional one, but he had one.
Simply shrugging at Bastien's declaration, Amun smiled. "Let me know what she says." Despite the slightly disinterested tone, the potter did want to know. And he couldn't help the reverent look from briefly crossing his features as he thought about their goddess.
Still smirking, Amun shook his head at the other man's concerned question. "I don't have trouble catching people's eyes, handsome." There was a cheerful tone in the potter's voice, and his eyes were mischievous. "Don't worry about that."
Simply shrugging at Bastien's declaration, Amun smiled. "Let me know what she says." Despite the slightly disinterested tone, the potter did want to know. And he couldn't help the reverent look from briefly crossing his features as he thought about their goddess.
Still smirking, Amun shook his head at the other man's concerned question. "I don't have trouble catching people's eyes, handsome." There was a cheerful tone in the potter's voice, and his eyes were mischievous. "Don't worry about that."
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
