full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun wasn’t surprised to feel Oliver’s cock start to twitch under the Ascended’s ministrations. Nor did the sticky liquid coating his fingers come as a shock. Blondie seemed relatively inexperienced when it came to love-making—not a bad thing, just an observation—and Amun hadn’t been expecting Oliver to last for that long. Breaking off the kiss, the potter gave the other man a wicked grin as he lifted his cum-splattered hand out of Blondie’s pants. The potter stuck one finger in his mouth at a time and licked each one slowly and thoroughly, making sure to maintain eye contact with Oliver the entire time. When Amun’s hand was clean of every last drop, he winked. ”Thanks for the drink, Blondie.” And yes, the Ascended was talking about the cum. Mostly, though, he was referring to the blood.
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