full moon rising on the waters of my soul
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.
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.
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