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caught between the real thing
& nothing at all
& nothing at all
There wasn't much for James to flex, lean and malnourished as he was. But that was his charm after all. And when it came to Amun, it was what was on the inside that counted most of all. Blood, specifically.
"Right. Right." The thief agreed contentedly. Leaning forward to press his lips hastily against Amun's—it was a bit awkward, but a bit right too, or so it seemed, having just fucked and basically made plans for a second date and all—the snake wriggled himself into a standing position. Stretching his arms out, and then shivering against the cold, he grasped around for his shirt, shrugging it on carelessly.
"Until then." James grinned, briefly considering offering his new friend his real name before deciding that giving him his blood was probably intimate enough for one encounter.
"Right. Right." The thief agreed contentedly. Leaning forward to press his lips hastily against Amun's—it was a bit awkward, but a bit right too, or so it seemed, having just fucked and basically made plans for a second date and all—the snake wriggled himself into a standing position. Stretching his arms out, and then shivering against the cold, he grasped around for his shirt, shrugging it on carelessly.
"Until then." James grinned, briefly considering offering his new friend his real name before deciding that giving him his blood was probably intimate enough for one encounter.