Free Web NovelChapter 40: _Open That Pretty Mouth For Me
(Smut Scene Ahead!)
Devon barely knew what he was doing. Did he want to kiss Ambrose? One hundred per cent, yes! Did he know something more might happen if he went ahead with that kiss?
Also yes.
But what he didn’t imagine was the awkward position he was currently in.
He placed himself on Ambrose’s lap, their eyes locked as his chest rose and fell. His arms pinned the Guide between them, leaving no room to escape. Not like either of them wanted to.
As Ambrose’s hands gripped his waist, Devon brought his lips to his again. The kiss was slower this time. He started by sucking on his bottom lip, teasing the Guide enough to make a strained moan slip.
Then he ground his hips, rubbing his crotch against Ambrose’s stomach and chest. His bulge was rock hard, throbbing for release.
Not yet.
"I’ve wondered when we’d cross this line since the day of the dungeon raid," Devon rasped on the Guide’s lips, eyes batting. "And now that I have you... I feel like I don’t know what to do next."
Before his eyes, Ambrose’s shoulders relaxed, the tension in his gaze flickering into something freer. It was only then that Devon’s inhibitions crumbled completely.
He smacked his mouth on Ambrose’s, his tongue sliding in with zero effort. His eyes closed as he pressed his body harder against the Guide’s, his hands lowering from the sofa.
The Esper’s hands found the lower end of Ambrose’s tuxedo and shirt. He almost ripped them off with a violent tug when he remembered the buttons.
So he took his time, taking off each button while not giving Ambrose a second of breathing space with their sloppy kiss.
Meanwhile, Ambrose’s head spun, his heart racing as the system rang with a notification.
[Host’s Dopamine and Endorphin levels skyrocketing.]
[Devon’s Attraction points are increasing.]
Perhaps in any other situation, he would’ve told Aura to show him the exact number on the attraction point. He couldn’t now for... obvious reasons.
Within seconds, Devon had taken off the Guide’s suit. He unbuttoned the inner shirt as well, leaving his chest bare open. Without warning, the Esper broke the kiss, hands roaming Ambrose’s chest with raw delight.
He lowered himself, grabbing Ambrose’s waist. The latter was confused for a split second. Until the warm feeling of Devon’s lips clasped around his right nipple made him jerk with pleasure.
"Mmph..." he gasped, resting his arms on the S-Rank’s shoulder. His head arched backwards, eyes sealed as the sucking continued.
Slow. Infuriating. Driving him closer and closer to the peak.
As this went on, Devon lowered himself off Ambrose’s lap until he was kneeling on the floor in front of him. A reckless groan threatened to reverberate from the Guide’s mouth—
—But Devon slapped a hand there, keeping him silent even as his mouth moved to the other nipple. This went on for well over two minutes. Or more.
Who could keep track when their minds were a mushy mess of lust and desire?
Just when Ambrose seemed like he’d shatter from this alone—Devon pulled back. He wiped his mouth with a measured swipe of his thumb, eyes never leaving Ambrose’s.
"Look at you already squirming," the Esper grinned while his fingers unhurriedly moved to his next target. Ambrose’s rock-hard length.
He grabbed his dick firmly, revelling in the way the Guide jerked like he’d been zapped. Sweat clung to the latter’s chest and forehead, his breath coming shorter and faster.
"Promise you’ll stay quiet for me..." It wasn’t a request.
Not one of those naughty time orders.
It was a warning.
As driven by lust as he was, he still remembered there was a child in the other room. Whatever they do now, it would be best to be as quiet as possible.
"Y–Yes." Ambrose nodded like an obedient pup, legs already spreading in preparation. "I–I will..."
Devon’s lips remained still as his eyes fell to the belt buckle. Carefully, he took it off, scrutinising it for a couple of seconds. Then he did something that made Ambrose’s eyes bulge.
He rose to his feet, straightening the belt with a soft crack. His golden eyes glowed with an unreadable light as he grabbed the Guide by the wrists.
"W–What are you—" the words didn’t get the chance to come out as Devon pressed a knee between his legs. Then he fastened the belt around Ambrose’s wrists, silent and focused.
It wasn’t too tight to avoid bruising. But wrung enough to keep his hands suspended to the back of the sofa.
Ambrose watched as Devon got back to his knees as if what he just did was the most natural thing ever. He zipped down his pants and then flicked off the button.
Once he wrapped his fingers around the warm, veiny length and pulled it out, Devon’s mouth parted. It wasn’t large, but what it lacked in length, it made up for with girth.
"F–Fuck..." Ambrose’s toes curled on the cold marble floor as Devon took him into his hot, slippery mouth.
He tried bringing his hands to Devon’s hair but struggled due to the belt. The latter noticed and instead of helping out, he shot his free hand to his wrists, keeping them lifted.
His breath warmed the pulsing skin of his cock as he took it out of his mouth. Only to put it back in, a silent gurgling sound following the movement.
Each up and down motion brought Ambrose closer to the edge. He couldn’t move his hands but he sure as heck could move his hips. So he did, vibrating around Devon’s lips.
’This...’ his mind raced. ’No way... am I close?’
The buildup was becoming more erratic, seeming like he was about to explode any second before declining when Devon drew his head back.
When his eyes opened, his vision was blurred from all the sweat. He shuddered—this time feeling a build-up that was sure to make him burst.
And then... Devon unwrapped his mouth from the thick length, raising his head with a knowing grin.
"Not yet." He whispered as he stood up, hands almost reluctantly leaving Ambrose’s legs. Then he brought those same hands to his pants, zipping them down and swinging out his fat cock.
The Guide’s eyes quivered at the monster pointing at him while Devon blurted casually:
"Open that pretty mouth for me."
