full moon rising on the waters of my soul
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.
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.
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