amun
Shrugging at Oliver's words, Amun reached out and gripped the quilt again. "If you don't want it I'll take it." With that, he ripped the quilt away from the blacksmith. And then shrieked, because there were suddenly spiders on it. Dropping it, the potter backed away.
Staring between the blanket and the other man, the Ascended waved a hand in the air vaguely. "Yeah yeah, an ice cream cake. No biggie." Then he blinked. "Oooo a big ice cream cake." Smiling he licked his lips.
Oliver's hand did little to deter Amun's mouth from creeping closer to the blacksmith's skin. "This is a normal bite," the potter responded, confusion laced in every word. "Okay fine, no fire," he promised, crossing all his fingers in the universal symbol of not intending to keep a promise. Of course his fingers were still wrapped around the other man's leg.
Staring between the blanket and the other man, the Ascended waved a hand in the air vaguely. "Yeah yeah, an ice cream cake. No biggie." Then he blinked. "Oooo a big ice cream cake." Smiling he licked his lips.
Oliver's hand did little to deter Amun's mouth from creeping closer to the blacksmith's skin. "This is a normal bite," the potter responded, confusion laced in every word. "Okay fine, no fire," he promised, crossing all his fingers in the universal symbol of not intending to keep a promise. Of course his fingers were still wrapped around the other man's leg.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
