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Reaching out, Amun pinched some of the fabric between his fingers. Dropping it, he ran his hands over his own clothes. "Hey. Why is yours softer than mine?" Frowning, he shook his head.
Thankfully, the fire provide a welcome distraction. At the mention of melting, he smiled. "Ice cream sounds good right now." He leaned closer, skin hovering just above the flame.
At least it was until Oliver slapped it away. It was so unexpected that the potter stumbled backwards and actually tripped over the blacksmith. Tumbling to the ground, the Ascended rubbed his head. "Gods I'm hot. And ice cream...yes." Once again he lifted his eyes and fixed them on the other man's neck. "Can I have a drink?" Amun started shifting to get closer to Oliver.
Thankfully, the fire provide a welcome distraction. At the mention of melting, he smiled. "Ice cream sounds good right now." He leaned closer, skin hovering just above the flame.
At least it was until Oliver slapped it away. It was so unexpected that the potter stumbled backwards and actually tripped over the blacksmith. Tumbling to the ground, the Ascended rubbed his head. "Gods I'm hot. And ice cream...yes." Once again he lifted his eyes and fixed them on the other man's neck. "Can I have a drink?" Amun started shifting to get closer to Oliver.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
