full moon rising on the waters of my soul
"Well, not the entire bar. Just a few back rooms and the good alcohol from the secret stash." Amun winked at Sam. Still, the potter couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his lips. "Good to know I haven't entirely lost my touch, though." He took a sip from his wine.
As the redhead promised to talk to Amun when the bookmaker had worked out his thoughts, the potter stroked the other man's knuckles with a thumb. "You can always work through your thoughts with me too. I promise not to bite." Waggling his eyebrows, he added, "Unless you want me to, of course." He smirked at that particular comment.
Following Sam's gaze downward, Amun's own gaze snagged on the redhead's lips. Reaching up with one hand, the potter brushed a strand of hair that had fallen across the bookmaker's forehead as they danced. "I want to. Just trying to be respectful and not scare you away."" With that, Amun hesitated for just a moment more. Then he leaned forward just a hair and brushed his lips against the other man's.
As the redhead promised to talk to Amun when the bookmaker had worked out his thoughts, the potter stroked the other man's knuckles with a thumb. "You can always work through your thoughts with me too. I promise not to bite." Waggling his eyebrows, he added, "Unless you want me to, of course." He smirked at that particular comment.
Following Sam's gaze downward, Amun's own gaze snagged on the redhead's lips. Reaching up with one hand, the potter brushed a strand of hair that had fallen across the bookmaker's forehead as they danced. "I want to. Just trying to be respectful and not scare you away."" With that, Amun hesitated for just a moment more. Then he leaned forward just a hair and brushed his lips against the other man's.
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