my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun copied Bastien's moves easily enough, the potter occasionally adding his own flourishes whenever he thought it was necessary. Then the head of the Artist's Sanctuary revealed the last part of their routine, and Amun grinned. "Always happy to give and receive special attention." Winking lazily at Bastien, the potter moved towards the middle of the room.
Then he began to stalk towards the head of the Artist's sanctuary in time to the music, each step a prowl and a dance move of its own. When Amun reached Bastien, the potter bent down and placed his hands on either side of the other man. Smirking, Amun spun suddenly and bent in half, showing off his taut butt.
Rolling his body slowly upwards, he glanced coyly over his shoulder at the head of the Artist's Sanctuary. Turning more slowly, the potter stepped forward, his legs straddling the other man's. Amun slipped his thumbs underneath the hem of his shirt and peeled it off slowly.
Tossing it aside, he licked his lips, and ran his hands down his body, bending his knees a bit to press his thighs and ass against Bastien. Then the potter reached out to take the head of the Artist's Sanctuary's hands. Assuming Amun was successful, he'd have the other man slide up the potter's chest, moving in the opposite direction his own hands hand just moved in.
Turning his back once more, he would slip his fingers into the waistband of his shorts. Running them around his hips suggestively, he'd slowly slide them down and then step out of them, revealing tight underwear. That done, he moved back and finally pressed his ass to Bastien's groin. Grinding against it, Amun spun and did the same while facing the other man.
Finally, the potter would spin so his legs were draped over Bastien's thigh. Amun's arms slid around the other man's neck. Leaning forward the potter whispered in Bastien's ear. "Like that?" Amun shot Rexanna a wicked (though apologetic) smirk.
Then he began to stalk towards the head of the Artist's sanctuary in time to the music, each step a prowl and a dance move of its own. When Amun reached Bastien, the potter bent down and placed his hands on either side of the other man. Smirking, Amun spun suddenly and bent in half, showing off his taut butt.
Rolling his body slowly upwards, he glanced coyly over his shoulder at the head of the Artist's Sanctuary. Turning more slowly, the potter stepped forward, his legs straddling the other man's. Amun slipped his thumbs underneath the hem of his shirt and peeled it off slowly.
Tossing it aside, he licked his lips, and ran his hands down his body, bending his knees a bit to press his thighs and ass against Bastien. Then the potter reached out to take the head of the Artist's Sanctuary's hands. Assuming Amun was successful, he'd have the other man slide up the potter's chest, moving in the opposite direction his own hands hand just moved in.
Turning his back once more, he would slip his fingers into the waistband of his shorts. Running them around his hips suggestively, he'd slowly slide them down and then step out of them, revealing tight underwear. That done, he moved back and finally pressed his ass to Bastien's groin. Grinding against it, Amun spun and did the same while facing the other man.
Finally, the potter would spin so his legs were draped over Bastien's thigh. Amun's arms slid around the other man's neck. Leaning forward the potter whispered in Bastien's ear. "Like that?" Amun shot Rexanna a wicked (though apologetic) smirk.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
