OLIVER
That’s right. A shame there, really. ”If you want to see, I wouldn’t mind giving you a bit of a private show. Though, I do think my hair is a bit better than yours.” That...was a lie. Ish. Oliver loves Amun’s hair and thought it was sexier than his, but he thought his own hair was far better maintained and therefore, clearly superior.
And of course. Amun is an even bigger asshat. Sick and tired of what he was saying, and clearly also now hurt over his words, Oliver decided enough was enough. ”Please just drop it. I get it. You don’t like Safrin, you disagree with my choice. I. Get. It. Please let’s just have a nice night. Tell me about your precious life, your precious sexual partners. Anything.” He did want to know about the man’s past life, absolutely. The latter was a bit more of his frustration showing through.
The lighthearted Amun was far more appetizing. ”Domicles has a lot of little fights. Ya know. Like people arguing over where the bowl went, who didn’t mop the floors. Also other stuff, but I do hear some stuff about that.” He didn’t like eavesdropping on that stuff. It was a bit too rude for him. Amun, of course, made it even more sexual. ”What. You think that’s what I think about? I prefer to have an actual person to think about, especially precious partners. Perks of having vague memories of my past life.” He throws in a wink towards the other man. He wasn’t going to immediately confirm or deny anything, but it’d be a lie if he said he didn’t think about Amun when pleasuring himself once or twice.
And of course. Amun is an even bigger asshat. Sick and tired of what he was saying, and clearly also now hurt over his words, Oliver decided enough was enough. ”Please just drop it. I get it. You don’t like Safrin, you disagree with my choice. I. Get. It. Please let’s just have a nice night. Tell me about your precious life, your precious sexual partners. Anything.” He did want to know about the man’s past life, absolutely. The latter was a bit more of his frustration showing through.
The lighthearted Amun was far more appetizing. ”Domicles has a lot of little fights. Ya know. Like people arguing over where the bowl went, who didn’t mop the floors. Also other stuff, but I do hear some stuff about that.” He didn’t like eavesdropping on that stuff. It was a bit too rude for him. Amun, of course, made it even more sexual. ”What. You think that’s what I think about? I prefer to have an actual person to think about, especially precious partners. Perks of having vague memories of my past life.” He throws in a wink towards the other man. He wasn’t going to immediately confirm or deny anything, but it’d be a lie if he said he didn’t think about Amun when pleasuring himself once or twice.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
