trying so hard not to know

if I ever start to think straight

Frowning, Amun reached out to the wall next to them and laid his hand on it. "But what if the wall is fake? What if I've just been dreaming all this time?" He cocked his head to one side even as he tried to meet Sam's eyes.

Still holding on to the redhead, the potter nevertheless shook his head. "So what if he's got a nice cock? That's not what being a prude means." He grinned, though baring his teeth was a more accurate description. "A prude is someone who doesn't know fun when it bites them on the ass." Reaching up with one hand, he began to toy with the other man's hair.

"Your hair is like fire," Amun mused. However he let his hand drop at Sam's next words. "You can take me to someone with fire?" The potter's arms slid around the redhead, pulling him close.

this heart will start a riot in me

Amun