full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Blondie wouldn’t need to ask twice: as his hands tightened against Amun, and Oliver pulled the Ascended forward insistently, the other man would find the potter responding immediately, moving forward eagerly, hungrily. His hips would indeed press forward, grinding against Blondie's groin. If the other man was capable of coherent thought, he might notice that Amun was, well, not exactly hard down there (though hopefully Oliver was). However, that wouldn’t stop the Ascended from trying to create as much friction as possible, moving his hips back and forth and up and down in a steady motion.
All the while, the potter drank deeply from Blondie’s neck, an orgasmic ecstasy spreading through Amun’s whole being. The Ascended had to be careful, though; he had no interest in taking too much blood from the other man. So though it almost pained the Ascended, he gently tried to remove his fangs from Oliver’s neck.
All the while, the potter drank deeply from Blondie’s neck, an orgasmic ecstasy spreading through Amun’s whole being. The Ascended had to be careful, though; he had no interest in taking too much blood from the other man. So though it almost pained the Ascended, he gently tried to remove his fangs from Oliver’s neck.
amun
