amun
Amun didn’t mind the show, at all. However, when J pressed a sloppy kiss against the Ascended’s lips, then stood to throw on clothes hastily, the potter flopped to his back. Then he pouted, though a wicked light danced in his eyes. ”You call that a proper goodbye kiss? Because I don’t.” Again, just because Amun didn’t feel any physical pleasure didn’t mean the snake was going to get away with such a shit goodbye. After all, the Ascended had done some of his best work here. The least the other man could do was show the proper amount of appreciation.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me