From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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As the man spoke, Oliver watched with keen eyes. Of course he continued to tease, but he was also being reasonable about Oliver not exactly being a fan of doing something so sensual in public. Maybe some people are into that kind of thing, but Oliver certainly wasn't going to let that happen so soon. Oh yes, the man who just arrived with the weird hair had sex in the middle of an alley. What a great thing to be remembered by.
Amun continued to speak, calling him adorable and seeming...very caring? Oliver was a bit surprised, but his words helped to soothe his worries. Perhaps this wouldn't be too bad. Amun spoke of consent and that helped to relax him, showing Oliver that he could be trusted. The only thing left was to believe that he was honest. That this would be like he said and that Oliver wouldn't die from it.
Taking in a deep breath, he quickly looking to the marketplace on his left before looking back at Amun. "I...if you can find a place that is public? But also private? Like...one where nobody can see, but we aren't in the middle of nowhere...I'd be okay with it." Oliver wanted to be able to get help if he was about to die, but have the privacy for the 'biting'. Wow. Who knew biting would be the equivalent of hiding away in a broom closet to be get it on with a certain someone...not like Oliver had any experience nor remembered something of that nature. Nope.
Seemed like they were finally making progress. While Amun didn’t know the area that well—and couldn’t go out in the sun without risking spontaneous Ascended combustion—he figured they could find someplace suitable. ”I’m sure we can find a hole, Blondie.” The potter’s voice came out positively scandalously, and he winked at Oliver. Then, once again the Ascended crooked his finger in his best come hither gesture. This time, however, he backed further into the alley and put a bit of sway into his hips. If that wasn’t enough, well, Amun didn’t know what would be. He was giving the other man some of his best work here, and the potter wasn't sure Oliver really deserved it.
This bite better fucking happen. And he did mean fucking.
So it was gonna happen...apparently. Oliver did have some time to think it over, but he didn't want to dwell on that too much. It was mostly his worries about being caught by someone and this apparently not being an okay thing. It didn't sound bad and then again, Amun probably wouldn't have offered if it wasn't normal.
Amun did have a nice way of speaking, one that caused Oliver to blush at almost every flirt he gave. It was hard to explain the way it made him feel, but it was exhilarating. Not to mention his confidence with his body or the way he walked. Amun knew what he wanted and Oliver was absolutely into confidence.
It didn't take too long for Oliver to pick up on certain things that Amun would do. As they journeyed and searched, he soon realized that Amun stayed within the shadows, which would easily explain why he was hiding out in an alley. This did help to make Oliver feel more comfortable as he assumed there was probably a reason why he never entered the light. Oliver may not remember shit, but he was able to deduct things.
It took quite a bit of searching and walking but eventually, a certain alcove came into view at one of the ends of the alleyway. It appeared to be an old porch to a shop, but someone had clearly patched it up. There were two other walls with one opening into it. Luckily, that one opening would not be easy to see, even from most angles in the alley. It was perfect.
Taking a look over at Amun, Oliver took a deep breath. "That work with you? I hope you're not claustrophobic." The sass had somewhat returned as Oliver was trying to hide his nervousness. Was it nervousness? Or maybe he was simply excited? Either way, he had no idea what this would truly entail. All he could do was look at Amun and wait. See if this worked and if so, what would happen next.
Oliver didn’t comment on the fact that Amun moved from shadow to shadow cautiously. Whether that was because the other man was too polite or didn’t notice, the Ascended didn’t know, but he counted it among his small blessings. That and the fact that Blondie had followed the potter to begin with.
As Oliver pointed out the perfect spot, Amun grinned wickedly. ”I don’t mind getting close to you, no.” The Ascended stepped under the alcove, right next to the other man. Close enough to kiss. ”You sure you want this, Blondie?” The potter could practically smell the nervous energy wafting off the other man. Given that, Amun figured it would be best to let Oliver make the first move. It would give Blondie a sense of control he seemed to need right now, and so long as the Ascended got some blood, he was up for anything.
Except fucking the other man, because Amun couldn’t get it up. But there were lots of other things they could do, and the potter would cross that bridge if they came to it.
Oliver carefully stepped into the alcove, making sure to look on the ground for anything that he'd rather not step in. Luckily enough, the alcove actually seemed perfectly clean, not even a single clump of dust. It was perfect.
Look back up at Amun he realized how close the two were now. Oliver leaned his back into the walls behind him and looked the man up and down. It was now or nothing. Amun had clearly given him the opportunity to say no at this point and stop right then and there...but Oliver was so curious. He wanted to know what this would be like. Judging by the lack of any re-precautions or injuries to him, it seemed like a win-win scenario.
Taking a deep breath he swallowed and nodded. "Yeah....yeah I'm sure." He paused for a moment before speaking. "But if I say stop for any reason..." Oliver trailed off, looking at him dead in the eyes. Hopefully he could truly trust the man to respect his wishes, that if anything went wrong or if Oliver ever wanted to back off, that Amun would immediately stop.
He was putting an immense amount of trust into a man he just met when he barely even understood the land all because he was interested in what he had to offer. Wow. Very carefully, he reached up to move his coat slightly. Amun would have to bite somewhere, right? Now, his neck was completely visible, but then again, there were other places Amun could bite, right? Hopefully he had chosen the correct spot. "Go ahead." He spoke quietly, not letting his eyes leave Amun.
Amun smiled at Oliver, this time almost gently. It was obvious that the other man was scared, and the Ascended figured that the better he made Blondie’s first bite, the more likely the other man was to walk away from this with a smile on his face rather than tears in his eyes. ”If you say stop, I’ll stop, no questions asked.” That should have gone without saying, but Amun didn’t mind saying it anyway. As Oliver shuffled around with the coat, the Ascended, grinned. ”I can bite your wrist, if you’d prefer.” It would take a bit longer, since the blood didn’t flow as freely, but it would be just as pleasurable for both of them.
He wanted to know what it would feel like. What if it was a person by person basis? Had Amun bitten other people yet before? Could different Ascended individuals give different bites? All of those ideas were coming to mind but Oliver did the best he could to ignore them and focus on what he had standing directly in front of him, Amun.
The light wasn't great in the alcove, not at all, but he could still just make out his face. As he spoke, Oliver felt a bit more relaxed. He movements were slow and well placed. It made Oliver feel better knowing Amun was taking his time rather than rushing Oliver into it. Maybe he really did genuinely care. It meant that Oliver's trust was building more. It would be okay. Amun wouldn't have been this nice and slow if otherwise.
When Amun offered to bite his wrist Oliver glanced down before looking back up and shaking his head. "No...I'd rather have both of my hands free." For what exactly? He wouldn't say. Obviously, there were multiple reasons why he'd choose that. "Besides...my wrists are pretty small, not as much space for you to bite." Saying that sent a shudder down his spine as he realized what words had left his mouth. And surprisingly, his biggest concern right now was the possibility of accidentally bumping his head.
"Go ahead. I trust you." He gave the man a small smile before tilting his head ever so slightly and took a long deep breath. Oliver continued to watch Amun, waiting for his next move.
Alright then. If that’s how Blondie wanted to play it, that’s how they’d play it. There was an obligatory ‘size doesn’t matter’ joke about the other man’s wrists, but given how difficult it had been to get to this point, Amun figured he should probably just accept that Oliver trusted the Ascended enough to make this an enjoyable experience for both of them. Still, the other man seemed a little too tense. Thankfully, there was something the potter could do about that.
Softly, slowly, Amun leaned forward, until his lips were hovering above Blondie’s neck. Then, even more gently, the potter kissed the pale skin there. He kept kissing the other man’s neck, lips butterfly soft, until the Ascended reached Oliver’s ear. Then Amun nibbled on the lobe, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to signal what was to come. ”Just relax.” His voice came out in the quietest of breaths, and he waited to see how Blondie would respond to all this.
When the man leaned in, Oliver's body stiffened, expecting to feel a sharp, painful bite...but instead he felt delicate kisses placed along his neck. Oliver's right hand soon found its place on Amun's shoulder, adding some stability between the two. The kissing had started to calm him down, but also made him want more from Amun. He wanted Amun to be more bold, show him what he could do. It made Oliver excited and he loved that feeling.
Soon he was snapped out of the trance he had been placed in, his eyes opening once more. The nibble on his ear. Taking in a deep breath he nodded slightly. How was he going to respond to his words? Oliver let out a soft sigh and ever so slightly tightened his grip on Amun's shoulder. If the kissing made him excited, then how was the biting going to make him feel? He tried his best to calm himself, steadying his breathing. Still, he could feel his heart fluttering in his chest, showing his excitement.
He wanted to comment on his kissing, but no words left his mouth. All he could do was silently wait, his breathing now showing how calm he felt, but the beating of his heart showed how excited he was.
Well, the soft kisses and the quiet whisper had a mixed effect: while Oliver didn’t exactly relax, his hand did rise up to rest on Amun’s shoulder. That was definitely a positive development. And when Blondie’s grip tightened the Ascended figured that was all the encouragement he was going to get from the other man. Plus the potter could hear Oliver’s breath and pulse speed up. And that, plus the touch, was all Amun really needed. So he kissed his way back down Blondie’s neck. When the Ascended got halfway down, he reached one hand up to tangle in the other man’s hair.
Then the potter bit down gently, but firmly enough to break the skin, and blood and pleasure both poured into him.
When Amun continued to kiss, a sigh escaped Oliver's lips as he tilted his head slightly. It was a welcomed feeling and he wouldn't mind if it continued for a long time. But then he remembered why Amun was going back to his neck. The bite. His heart continued to beat fast, but he made sure to steady his breath. Amun probably wouldn't like to have a bunch of heavy breathing in his face and the thought of that accident made Oliver's face blush.
Thinking back on the bite, he expected to feel pain. Like a needle piercing his skin. Oliver was aware of a piercing on his body as well as multiple marks, reminding him of why he knew that feeling. Closing his eyes and holding in his breath, he expected to feel pain. However, as Amun's fangs sank into his neck, a wave of pleasure coursed through his body.
Oliver's eyes opened wide and he couldn't help but let out a small sound of pleasure. The hand that was once on Amun's shoulder moved to being placed on the back of the man's neck, holding him close. Nowhere in his mind could he remember feeling this much emotion and pleasure in such a small action. To feel something so new and exhilarating made his heart flutter. All Oliver could do was wish for the man to get closer, to continue to make him feel this way.
It was amazing and if Oliver had been able to think straight in that moment, he would've realized that Amun truly had been honest. He was a bit too preoccupied, though. His eyes closed in a bliss as he held onto Amun, not wanting him to leave any moment soon.
The sound Blondie made was delicious. However, nothing could compare to the taste of the other man’s blood; the Ascended found himself lost in the sensation once more, letting the pleasure course over him even as the crimson liquid poured past his lips. However, the potter made sure not to take too much, too quickly. He wanted this to last as long as possible, for both their sakes.
If Amun’s mouth hadn’t been otherwise occupied, when Oliver’s hand crept its way up to the Ascended’s neck, he would’ve smiled. As it was, he gave a contented half-hum, half-chuckle. Then the potter’s tongue lapped gently at Blondie’s skin.
The immense about of pleasure was borderline overwhelming. His senses were a lot harder to focus on. The only things he could really think about at this time was Amun and the way his body was reacting to the bite. The passage of time and any other sounds surrounding them were blocked out. All that mattered was him and Amun.
Letting out another moan, his free hand soon moved to hold onto Amun's side. It wasn't the place he was aiming for but it was the most he could do at the time. There were too many other things he was preoccupied with. As he felt the sensation of Amun licking at his neck, both of his hands tightened on Amun as he bit onto his lip, letting out a hum of pleasure. A small thrust of his hips would follow and he'd pull at Amun slightly, demanding him to get even closer. Oliver wanted the closeness and he wanted more.
Blondie wouldn’t need to ask twice: as his hands tightened against Amun, and Oliver pulled the Ascended forward insistently, the other man would find the potter responding immediately, moving forward eagerly, hungrily. His hips would indeed press forward, grinding against Blondie's groin. If the other man was capable of coherent thought, he might notice that Amun was, well, not exactly hard down there (though hopefully Oliver was). However, that wouldn’t stop the Ascended from trying to create as much friction as possible, moving his hips back and forth and up and down in a steady motion.
All the while, the potter drank deeply from Blondie’s neck, an orgasmic ecstasy spreading through Amun’s whole being. The Ascended had to be careful, though; he had no interest in taking too much blood from the other man. So though it almost pained the Ascended, he gently tried to remove his fangs from Oliver’s neck.
