full moon rising on the waters of my soul
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.
This bite better fucking happen. And he did mean fucking.
amun
