Free Web NovelChapter 233: _Ass Up And Take What We Give You
(Warning: Mature content.)
As Ambrose deepened his kiss with Viktor, he could already feel his length hardening underneath the towel around his waist.
He tried pulling away. He really did.
But then Viktor’s hands raked from his chest, to his back—and then to his waist. And heavens, the moment those cold fingers dug into his skin he was a ruined man.
"W–We should probably head back downstairs," Ambrose stuttered, quivering when Viktor’s kisses trailed to the crook of his neck. "D–Devon... and Orion—"
"Orion was snoring before I came up here." Viktor chuckled softly into his skin. "And Devon won’t mind. He could always join us if he walks in."
Before Ambrose could refute further, Viktor untangled the towel until it slipped to the floor. Cold air kissed his ass cheeks right before the S-Rank smacked them hard.
"Fuck." His accent slipped, husky and filled with need. "I could kiss that ass all day and it still won’t be enough."
Ambrose’s cheeks reddened at how easily he said that. But the embarrassment was only just beginning.
Without a heads-up, Viktor lowered himself until he was on his knees. He spun Ambrose around, his grip on his ass tightening until his fingers left visible red marks.
He licked his bottom lip, leaning in. Ambrose didn’t even get the chance to think. The ice Prince buried his face—nose, mouth and all—between his cheeks, spreading them wide until he felt sore.
The Guide’s toes curled when he felt his tongue flick over his hole. "Shit..."
Squelching sounds followed by soft moans bounced off the walls. Each time Ambrose moved or jolted like the pleasure was too much, Viktor would only dig deeper into him.
His cock throbbed painfully, twitching whenever Viktor pulled out to catch his breath. At one point, the Esper got on his feet, leading Ambrose to the edge of the bed.
After making him bend over with his ass up, Viktor held his cheeks again. This time he didn’t only use his tongue but munched on Ambrose’s hole like it contained the elixir of life.
It clenched and unclenched in response, while Ambrose’s fingers dug restlessly into the sheets. He fought to keep his moans low.
But Viktor made that increasingly difficult with the way he ate him out. When the ice Prince reached around and seized his cock, he knew he was done for.
"V–Vik," a broken sound escaped his lips. "It’s... it’s too much..."
"Oh, darling," Viktor only stopped for a heartbeat. "There’s no such thing as too much pleasure. Don’t hold back."
"You’re going to make me explode in seconds. You know that."
"You wish. You’ll only come when I say so, little bird."
Viktor exhaled, wiping off the saliva on his mouth.
Then he plopped his middle finger into his mouth, taking in the warmth, making it wetter with his spit. Once he was done, he brought the finger to Ambrose’s hole.
His strokes on the Guide’s dick fastened only slightly as he gently pushed his finger into him. The first few centimetres made Ambrose wince.
By the time Viktor was all the way in, his shoulders relaxed. "More..."
"You want more?"
"Y–Yes."
"Beg for it."
Ambrose bit his bottom lip.
Suddenly, the contrast of himself now versus all the times he’s fought against powerful A-Rank beasts struck him.
Yet he’d be damned before ever saying he didn’t enjoy this.
"Please, give me more."
With an ear-to-ear grin, Viktor slipped out his middle finger. He sucked on his index finger next, letting strings of his saliva roll between both.
The sight of Ambrose’s hole pulsing, pink, slicked and just waiting to be fucked—holy fucking hell. His dick stiffened with unbearable lust looking at it.
Fucking work of art.
Viktor shoved both fingers into Ambrose without warning, stretching him open with an insistent push.
The burn bloomed hot, forcing a choked moan from the Guide’s throat. As he did, Viktor’s free hand slowly unbuckled his belt, the metallic clink echoing lewdly. He tugged his zipper down and pulled out his thick, aching dick, already leaking at the tip.
"Fuck, look at you," Viktor murmured, voice low and rough.
He stroked himself lazily while his fingers curled deep inside Ambrose, scissoring and thrusting in a steady rhythm that made the Guide’s knees tremble. Wet sounds filled the room—obscene, filthy, addictive.
Ambrose rocked back against those cold digits, cock twitching untouched against the sheets.
"Vik—ah—please..." he gasped, biting down hard on his lip.
Viktor pumped his own length faster, thumb swiping over the head as he watched his fingers disappear into that greedy hole. Ambrose’s body clenched around him, pulling him deeper.
The sight alone nearly made Viktor lose control.
"I’m... I’m getting close," Ambrose whimpered, hips shaking. "Viktor—"
The ice Prince pulled his fingers free with a wet pop. He rose fluidly, shedding his clothes in one smooth motion—shirt tossed aside, pants kicked away—revealing the hard planes of his body.
His cock stood heavy and flushed, curving up against his stomach.
"Stay just like that, little bird," Viktor ordered darkly. "Ass up. Don’t move."
Ambrose obeyed, trembling, face buried in the sheets as Viktor stepped closer.
The Esper gripped his own dick and rubbed it invitingly along Ambrose’s slick ass crack, teasing the sensitive rim with the blunt head. The heat of it made Ambrose’s breath hitch, his hole fluttering desperately around nothing.
"Want this?" Viktor asked, grinding slowly, coating himself in the mess he’d made. "Want me to split you open right—"
The door clicked open just then.
Devon stepped in, fiery red hair tousled, golden eyes widening slightly at the scene before him. He paused, one hand still on the doorknob, lips parting in surprise that quickly melted into a slow, hungry smirk.
His gaze dragged over Ambrose’s bent form—ass presented, hole glistening—and then to Viktor’s cock nestled between those cheeks.
"Well," Devon drawled, "looks like I missed the warm-up." He closed the door behind him with a soft click, already reaching for the hem of his shirt. "Don’t stop on my account, Vik."
Ambrose’s face burned, heart hammering wildly between shame and fresh, electric need.
Yet he couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through him at the promise of both his partners claiming him together. Viktor chuckled low, pressing his cock firmer against Ambrose’s entrance, not pushing in yet—just teasing.
"See? Told you he wouldn’t mind," Viktor whispered against Ambrose’s ear, nipping the lobe. "Now be good and take what we give you."
