Amos knows better than to ignore scars, or pay special attention to them. They occupy a place in his mind, taking note for later, weighing the vengeance he'll one day inflict. But beyond that? At the moment, they're ephemeral.

And Gideon is needy. Lonely. And Amos is useful again. He knows he's good at what he's offers, and does his best to draw it out into an indulgence. He wants to see Gideon unwrap as much as anything else. The guy needs a second to just be himself, instead of the armor he hides behind. If Amos of all people is allowed to see that...

His mind switches tracks, not allowing him to complete the thought. Amos doesn't question it. He takes Gideon in, massaging the rest of him, still humming around his cock.