full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Laughing at Sam's question, Amun shrugged. Lifting one hand, he made it wobble back and forth. Nodding, he paused before repeating the gesture he'd started with: hand pointing back and forth between them, following by the painting motion. Hesitating, he reached out and grabbed the bookmaker's hand. Holding it, the potter would make them both do the painting movement before releasing the other man.
The guild master's fingers didn't creep further up. Instead, they stayed where they were, stroking at Sam's thigh. Neither of them got physical pleasure from it, but Amun didn't stop. After a bit, he found that his strokes were in time with the cadence of the bookmaker's words. The potter smiled and glanced over at the other man to see if he'd noticed.
The guild master's fingers didn't creep further up. Instead, they stayed where they were, stroking at Sam's thigh. Neither of them got physical pleasure from it, but Amun didn't stop. After a bit, he found that his strokes were in time with the cadence of the bookmaker's words. The potter smiled and glanced over at the other man to see if he'd noticed.
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