amun
Oliver blushed that adorable shade he got whenever Amun got even a little bit flirty. He grinned wickedly at the newcomer before turning to Gorgeous. ”I don’t think either of us have a problem teaching you, Blondie.” And no, the potter wasn’t talking about drawing, though he wouldn’t mind letting Oliver make a few quick sketches. As long as that wasn’t all the three of them did, of course.
As Gorgeous spoke about the human form, Amun’s eyes traveled down the bartender’s body before settling around Gorgeous’ groin for a lingering moment. Then they flicked back up. ”I’m always happy to appreciate the human form, Gorgeous.” The potter winked to make sure there was no confusion about what he meant.
As the newcomer explained that he couldn’t capture their attractiveness—which was probably true—Amun gave his best smolder. Then he chuckled at Gorgeous’s response, the sound low and sexy. ”Agreed. But you’re welcome to look as long as you’d like. You can even touch.” Again, posing was all well and good, but fucking was better. Or the Ascended equivalent.
On that note, as Gorgeous’ arm rested on the potter’s shoulder, and the bartender’s hips pressed into Amun, he grinned, then turned into the embrace; his own arm snaked around Gorgeous’ back, supporting the bartender as the pose drew dramatic. While the potter wanted to flirt with Gorgeous, the potter didn’t want Blondie to feel too left out, so Amun contented himself with pressing his body against the bartender. At the same time, the Ascended made sure to look at Oliver as Amun licked his lips, his tongue sensual and slow, lingering on his fangs where the peeked out.
As Gorgeous spoke about the human form, Amun’s eyes traveled down the bartender’s body before settling around Gorgeous’ groin for a lingering moment. Then they flicked back up. ”I’m always happy to appreciate the human form, Gorgeous.” The potter winked to make sure there was no confusion about what he meant.
As the newcomer explained that he couldn’t capture their attractiveness—which was probably true—Amun gave his best smolder. Then he chuckled at Gorgeous’s response, the sound low and sexy. ”Agreed. But you’re welcome to look as long as you’d like. You can even touch.” Again, posing was all well and good, but fucking was better. Or the Ascended equivalent.
On that note, as Gorgeous’ arm rested on the potter’s shoulder, and the bartender’s hips pressed into Amun, he grinned, then turned into the embrace; his own arm snaked around Gorgeous’ back, supporting the bartender as the pose drew dramatic. While the potter wanted to flirt with Gorgeous, the potter didn’t want Blondie to feel too left out, so Amun contented himself with pressing his body against the bartender. At the same time, the Ascended made sure to look at Oliver as Amun licked his lips, his tongue sensual and slow, lingering on his fangs where the peeked out.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
