Free Web NovelChapter 42: _You’ll Make A Great Dad
(Yes... More Smut Ahead!)
Devon huffed a heavy breath, tugging at Ambrose’s twitching dick one last time. The Guide seemed spent, bare ass arched to him while his face was buried in the bed sheets.
The S-Rank’s lips quivered with a small smirk. Sweat, sex and heat clung to every corner of the bed and he felt like having a bath.
Not to mention somewhere at the far corners of his mind, an emotion that almost clouded the high from being intimate with his permanent guide resurfaced.
Guilt.
Here he was breaking the back and forth between him and Ambrose in the most risque way possible while miles away his nephew’s fate was uncertain.
His eyes slid to his pants on the floor. Sticking out of one of the pockets was his phone. No calls, no messages. Still nothing but dead silence.
"I..." The realisation made his cock jerk as it slowly became flaccid. "I think we need a bath," his head turned back to Ambrose who was now glancing breathlessly over his shoulder.
Something in the Guide’s eyes... shifted. He couldn’t quite explain it. Maybe it was the way they were half-lidded, batting slowly with sweat. Whatever it was made his cheeks flush but he quickly cleared his throat.
"Let’s go freshen up," he dropped his legs to the floor, his hands still clinging to the sheets. "Your bathtub has warm water, right? Or maybe cold would be better—"
The words stuck in his throat when Ambrose grabbed his wrist all of a sudden. Devon stiffened, neck snapping back to the Guide.
Ambrose unhurriedly sat up, his other hand brushing back strands of his blonde hair shielding his features. Between his legs, his cock was still hard like it hadn’t released a thick load barely a minute ago.
"You’re not present," those words flowed out too easily from Ambrose’s lips.
Devon blinked once. "What?"
"You did a good job hiding it until I came. But you’re still thinking about him... aren’t you? About Norfolk."
The mention of that city just about washed away most of Devon’s arousal. His jaw tightened. "And?"
Meanwhile, Ambrose was mentally struggling, simultaneously staring into Devon’s eyes while watching his attraction meters on the system’s screen.
[Devon’s Attraction Points: 67%.]
Two points added after he grabbed his wrist. But now he seemed more pissed than attracted.
’This feels... wrong,’ he swallowed hard, maintaining eye contact.
With a steady inhale, he went on, crawling closer to Devon. "I told you, Devon. Worrying won’t help your nephew or the situation in Norfolk in any way. All you’re doing now is hurting yourself and pushing closer to losing control."
Devon’s hardened gaze softened. His head lowered as he scoffed. "I feel like such a failure. He’s out there, either dead or risking his life. And I’m here... I’m here—"
Ambrose’s face burned when his eyes flicked between their naked bodies. He ignored that, doing something daring.
[Devon’s Attraction Points: 69%.]
He placed a hand on the Esper’s chin, forcing him to bring those golden orbs back to his face. Then he mounted his legs, intentionally rubbing his ass against his thighs.
Slowly, he slung both arms around the S-Rank’s neck, anchoring himself perfectly. "Everything is going to be okay."
Through the link, he could feel Devon’s head get hit by a plethora of emotions. Confusion. Lust. More confusion. And also... fear.
His heart thundered, so loud that even the Guide could hear it.
"You don’t know that," Devon finally murmured, his hands naturally finding themselves on either side of Ambrose’s waist.
His length was already hardening again, poking Ambrose’s ass crack.
[Attraction Points: 70%!]
Maybe this mission wasn’t so impossible.
"You’re right," Ambrose nodded, watching how Devon’s brows rose. "I don’t know if everything’s going to be fine. Recently it’s seemed like life has been taking one crazy turn after another."
Devon cracked a genuine smile at that.
Then... Ambrose decided to do something he absolutely loathed. Or rather—something that terrified him.
Being vulnerable.
"The one thing keeping me afloat through all those changes..." He rested his forehead on Devon’s until their noses brushed. "... Is you. As crazy and confusing as it sounds."
Devon, whose heart skipped a beat or two, immediately shook his head. "It doesn’t sound crazy one bit."
’Oh, thank God...’ Ambrose thought to himself. ’Because who the fuck says that to someone they technically just met three days ago?’
Those thoughts didn’t reflect on his face which was now lit with the brightest smile. "It should be the permanent link. And of course, if I’m being honest you’ve been really hopeful raising Orion."
Surprisingly, Devon’s hand travelled from his waist to one of his ass cheeks, squeezing just a bit.
"Admit it. You’re falling." The Esper teased, making Ambrose snort a laugh.
"Someone’s getting cocky already."
They both chuckled. Actually chuckled. No forcing it from either of them or letting their minds wander to their respective issues. Just peace and simplicity in each other’s presence.
"Seriously, Ambrose," Devon was the first to heave. "Thank you. I know we started off rocky but... raising Orion with you has slowly healed something in me that I didn’t know ever needed healing."
His other hand gripped the other ass cheek, making Ambrose bite his bottom lip. Was this a love confession or an invitation for round two?
Whatever it was... it was making those attraction point numbers spike!
[80%]
Ambrose got so excited seeing that screen that he pecked Devon on his left cheek. "We can make it truly permanent." He blurted before he could stop himself.
Shit!
Why did he say that?!
And as if to add insult to injury, the attraction points jumped an extra two points instantly.
"Permanent?" Devon echoed. "Do you mean? You and I...?"
Ambrose could sniff where this was going a mile away. He fucked up. Got so carried away that now Devon was already daydreaming of the possibility of both of them being—
’Boyfriends.’ Devon thought to himself, not realising how broad his smile was becoming. ’Would he really want that? After everything that happened with Han... neither of them explained what they had going on before I came into the picture.’
Before he could think of saying out the word, Ambrose coughed, rubbing his rock-hard length over the Esper’s chest.
"What I meant to say." Ambrose found a way to save the situation. "You and I could both be his daddies. Together. Like... co-parenting."
Devon’s mouth parted.
He... didn’t see that coming.
"Of course," Ambrose was quick to add. "I know it sounds weird and it’s okay if you’re just cool with visiting once in a while. We’d just—"
He had no idea what he wanted to say next. And he didn’t care. Because Devon pulled him in until their chests and hips collided. Then their lips locked in a steaming, wet kiss, the air between them charged.
When Devon broke the kiss, his forehead rested against his Guide’s again. "I’d love to be Orion’s dad too. Very much. Whatever term you’d like to call it."
Ambrose was stunned.
He’d almost been certain that Devon would be weirded out.
’I underestimated his fondness for that kid,’ he smiled to himself, as he hugged the Esper. "You’ll make a great dad."
Leisurely, his hands raked Devon’s shoulders. He shoved him downwards until Devon lay on his back while he sat on his stomach.
Those hands traced lines from Devon’s shoulders, down his chest, to his stomach... and then stopped. The S-Rank’s monstrous length jolted on his back.
They both seemed to know what the other was thinking.
Ambrose spun his head to the bedside drawer. He stretched, opening the top one and pulling out a small bottle of lube. When he positioned himself on Devon’s body again, the latter’s hands grabbed his waist. Easier this time.
[Attraction Points: 85%.]
"Should I stop?" It was more of a dare than a question when it left Ambrose’s mouth.
Devon didn’t answer. He grabbed the lube bottle, opening it and squirting some of it on his palm. Once he’d applied it to his dick, his fingers moved to Ambrose’s waiting entrance.
"Brace yourself..." he murmured. "Because I’m not stopping this time."
