amun
Amun saw the direction the dark-haired man’s eyes roamed and the potter smirked. Indeed, he stretched languidly, arms reaching above his head and clasping his hands, causing his shirt to tighten against the muscles on his chest, before he hooked his thumbs into the waist of his pants and pulled them scandalously low, though not revealing anything more than his treasure trail. ”It is. You get to meet me.” His voice came out in a flirty and lazy drawl. Now the Ascended returned the other man’s gaze, unabashedly letting it linger on the stranger’s crouch before sweeping it back up to his eyes and winking. It should be pretty clear which direction Amun's thoughts were trending. And it seemed the stranger was feeling similarly.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me