Free Web NovelChapter 234: _I Love You
(Warning: Even More Smut Ahead.)
Ambrose trembled.
Viktor kept rubbing his shaft up and down his ass crack without ever penetrating him. The friction burned in the best and worst way possible.
As for Devon, he quietly took off his clothes, unable to deny the pull he felt the second he saw Ambrose naked. Before this, he’d been taking Orion to bed.
The boy luckily dozed off with no stress—he’d stepped out of his bedroom when he felt Ambrose’s lust through their permanent link.
It was so intense that blood had rushed through his cock before he even understood what was happening. And that was how he walked in here without knocking.
By the time his fingers got to his underwear, ready to pry it off, he caught Ambrose inclining his face backwards, staring at him with those molten, silver eyes.
The Guide groaned. "Fuck. Tell Viktor to stop teasing me already."
Viktor answered by spanking him hard with both hands, the sound cracking through the room. Ambrose nearly fell on his stomach but the Esper’s grip didn’t let him.
"You call this teasing?" Viktor barked a sly laugh. "I should consider bringing my toys from the Morozov Manor one of these days."
"I doubt that’ll be advisable with a child like Orion crawling around," Devon dropped his underwear, striding to them. The tip of his nine-inch length was slick with pre cum.
Ambrose tensed when Devon got beside Viktor, his cock poking his ass cheek while threatening to make its way to his hole.
Seeing the both of them behind him, no bickering, no heated tension, zero jealousy. It stirred something in his chest. Each day they were getting more used to this unlikely dynamic.
And it made him feel this weird warmth he couldn’t explain for the life of him.
[SPECIAL MISSION GENERATED.] The system chimed in his head just then, snapping him out of the sensations and sheer heat of the moment.
Huh?
’What fucked up mission could you probably have now?’ he asked mentally but Aura ignored it and went on, holographic screens flickering across his vision.
[MISSION OBJECTIVE: Hit new emotional milestone with linked Espers—Viktor Morozov and Devon Ferguson.]
[REWARDS: +2000 EP boost plus an unnamed reward that’ll be revealed after mission’s completion.]
[PENALTY: Weakening of the permanent links of both Espers. Plus, their attraction points will drop to 50% each.]
’... Wait, what?’
[Good luck, sweetheart!]
’Are you insane? W–What emotional milestone? And if their attraction points get reduced, doesn’t that mean I’ll lose access to their powers?’
’Also, how the fuck can you drop attraction points to begin with? It’s their attraction, not some system mechanic.’
[You underestimate me. And by emotional milestone I mean... opening up. Peeling off your mask as Valentine would’ve called it. Exposing a part of yourself and your feelings you’ve never shown.]
"Rose?" Devon’s voice brought him back to reality. "You good? You seem to have... dissociated for a second there."
Ambrose managed to look back. "Y–Yeah. I..." his eyes blew wide when he saw Viktor with a small lube bottle, rubbing some of its contents on his cock.
Viktor smirked as he handed the bottle to Devon. He rubbed his middle finger at the rim of the Guide’s hole, before shoving it in. Ambrose gasped, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Relax." The ice Prince pressed his palm down the small of his back, helping him set his ass higher.
Ambrose trembled under the firm pressure, his body arching instinctively as Viktor’s slick finger pushed deeper, stretching him with deliberate care.
The cool touch of the ice prince contrasted with the fire licking through his veins, making his hole clench greedily around the intrusion.
"That’s it," Viktor murmured, voice low and rough, adding a second finger that scissored gently.
Devon watched, his hand stroking his own thick length, pre-cum beading at the tip. The Guide’s eyes fluttered half-shut, lost in the building ache that promised more.
Viktor didn’t rush.
He worked him open until Ambrose was panting, pushing back shamelessly. Only then did the Esper withdraw his fingers and line up his cock.
The blunt head pressed against Ambrose’s rim, and with a shared breath, Viktor thrust in—inch by inch until he bottomed out with a guttural groan.
"Fuck, Rose," Viktor hissed, hips flush against Ambrose’s ass. The fullness burned so good it stole the air from his lungs.
Ambrose’s fingers dug into the sheets, a broken moan escaping him as Viktor began to move, deep rolls of his hips that dragged against every sensitive spot inside.
Devon shifted closer, his hand finding Ambrose’s flushed cheek.
But Ambrose reached back instead, wrapping shaky fingers around Devon’s nine-inch cock, stroking him in time with Viktor’s thrusts.
The dual sensation—being filled while feeling Devon’s heat pulse in his palm—made something raw crack open in his chest.
"Devon... come here," Ambrose gasped, guiding the other man.
Devon understood, slicking himself quickly before pressing in alongside Viktor. The stretch was intense, overwhelming, their cocks sliding together inside him in a rhythm that bordered on too much.
Ambrose cried out, body shuddering between them, caught in their shared heat and strength.
They moved as one, Viktor pounding deeper, Devon matching pace with shallower thrusts that rubbed perfectly against his walls.
Sweat slicked their skin, breaths mingling in harsh pants. No jealousy, just this impossible unity that made Ambrose’s heart ache with a warmth he’d buried for too long.
Tears pricked his eyes as pleasure coiled tight in his core. "Viktor—Devon..." His voice broke on their names.
He turned his head, meeting their gazes one after the other, silver locking golden and icy blue. "I love you. Both of you. Fuck, I love you."
The words hung in the air, totally unfiltered. The first time he’d ever said those words.
Viktor’s rhythm faltered for a heartbeat, eyes widening in stunned vulnerability. Devon’s hand tightened on his hip, a soft, wrecked sound escaping him.
"Rose..." Devon whispered, thrusting harder.
It undid them.
Ambrose came first with a shattered cry, clenching around their joined cocks as waves crashed through him.
Viktor followed seconds later, burying himself deep with a low curse, filling him. Devon stroked once more inside before spilling too, their releases syncing in messy, perfect harmony.
They collapsed together in a tangled, sweat-damp heap, breaths slowing as gentle hands soothed over heated skin. Ambrose’s chest felt lighter, the permanent links humming brighter with something deeper than lust.
[MISSION COMPLETED!]
