I picture it, soft, and I ache

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

"I'm not," Amun responded, shaking his head. Meeting Sam's gaze, the potter raised an eyebrow. "Sure, I have more experience, and my technical skills are better, but it's art. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Smiling, he shrugged and nudged the bookmaker with one hip. "Besides, this is your first time. If it was perfect I'd be a little threatened, honestly."

As the redhead looked his fill, the advisor did the same. A slow grin spread across his lips as Sam finally managed to get out what he'd tried to stammer just before. "As much as I would love that, and I really would..." Pausing, to take a deep breath, Amun shifted his hand so his finger could raise the bookmaker's chin, "We agreed to take it slow. And we haven't even kissed yet." The potter chuckled even as his eyes slid down to the other man's lips.

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid