full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun glanced around, as if puzzled, though a wicked light glinted in his eye. ”Nobody’s watching, but if you want, I’m sure we can find an audience.” He winked at Oliver. ”Or if you wanna go someplace more private, just say the word, Blondie.” If that was the other man’s only objection, well, it would be easy enough to solve. However, it seemed that it wasn’t the only thing on Blondie’s mind. This time, the potter’s smile was almost gentle; he didn’t want to scare the other man, not really, though making him blush was totally fair game. ”You’re fucking adorable, that’s why. And as for trust, I swear that I will not do anything you don’t want me to do.” Amun took no pleasure in someone who wasn’t completely, totally willing. And he never really had trouble finding willing partners. If Blondie said no, that would be that.
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