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OLIVER

When Amun pulled Oliver back away from his neck, the man was a bit surprised. Why didn't Amun want anything in return? Surely, it only seemed fair to do something while Amun's hands were getting busy. Sure, Oliver absolutely enjoyed the Ascended's kissing, both against his neck and when they were properly kissing, but he felt like he owed the other man something more than his blood.

However, before Oliver could so much as protest, Amun's gifted hands continued to move. His eyes widened and he leaned back a small bit, gnawing on his lip as he stared at Amun. Knowing that he had been a bit too vocal, Oliver tried his best to hold back a couple of sounds in the hopes of Amun doing even more. He knew that the Ascended wasn't going to drink anymore, but that didn't mean his neck wasn't right there.

Staring at the Ascended, Oliver gave another thrust, trying to tell the man to do more. That he was craving even more contact than he was already giving. His mind, however, couldn't comprehend enough thoughts to really protest the lack of pleasure Amun seemed to be experiencing....but Oliver still wanted to do more. To hear Amun or at least see that he was enjoying himself in some way. For now, all he could do was wait to see what the Ascended's next moves would be.

a disaster!

a massive mess

trying to not die