full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Somehow, the Ascended found the strength to lift his fangs from the other man’s skin. Amun stare into Oliver’s eyes. The potter’s gaze was half-lidded, and he licked his lips slowly, sensually, chasing down every last droplet of that crimson nectar. That had been fun, but he could feel the hard length of Blondie pressed against the Ascended, and he jerked his hips forward, pressing their bodies together; one of Amun’s hands crept down to the other man’s hips as the other slid into Oliver’s blonde locks. If the other man would allow it, the potter would lean forward and gently kiss Blondie.
amun
