Free Web NovelChapter 97: _Make That Mouth Useful
(Warning: Mature Content Ahead)
Devon took charge, sucking harder on Ambrose’s neck. His teeth grazed skin just a bit, sending shivers through the Guide’s spine.
Ambrose’s fingers tightened on his waist, roaming toward his belt. He gave a gentle tug at first, before moving quickly and unbuckling it within seconds.
Devon’s erection pulsed beneath his pants, pressed against Ambrose’s chest as the kisses he left on his neck deepened.
"Mmph..." Ambrose struggled to hold back his moans. His fingers slid past Devon’s pants and underwear, finding his thick cock.
He rubbed the tip with his thumb, each stroke pulling out strands of pre cum. Devon jolted, his raspy breaths hitting Ambrose’s skin.
Slowly, he rubbed himself against Ambrose, the friction pushing his arousal to a new peak. The fabric quickly became torture.
So Devon paused, straightening as he took off his jacket. Once he was bare-chested, he lowered himself again, hands moving to Ambrose’s shirt.
He helped him take it off, his mouth immediately finding his nipples. They had to be careful. Orion was literally in the other room and they couldn’t afford to wake him.
While one hand played with Ambrose’s nipples, the other zipped down his pants. He wrapped a hand around him, dragging a slow stroke upward.
The slick warmth that followed made Devon’s grip easier, his strokes growing smoother, faster. His pace quickened as he caught Ambrose’s nipple between his teeth.
"F–Fuck," the latter shuddered, his hands travelling down Devon’s back. "I’ll... you’re going to make me come at this rate."
The words stretched Devon’s lips in a knowing smirk. "Isn’t that the plan?"
He ignored whatever the Guide had to say next, mouth shutting around his nipple while his hand worked on his dick. Ambrose could barely think straight with all the sensations rushing through him.
His thighs tightened, his core already trembling with a nerve-wracking buildup. But he couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t control it.
He held Devon’s length again, letting his fingers dance around the veins and girth. Then he began stroking him too, his pace even faster.
Both men stayed like that for minutes, gasping into each other’s mouths with every needy kiss. Ambrose closed his legs around Devon’s waist, pulling down his pants until his ass was bare.
He paused, bringing his gaze to those golden orbs. "Fuck me..."
The words came out lower than a whisper. But they were clear as day, taking Devon by surprise. It took every ounce of willpower the Esper could muster not to stare down at Ambrose’s round ass.
If he took as much as a peep, he couldn’t count on being able to control himself.
"Rose," Devon pressed a kiss on his collarbone, enjoying the way he shivered a little too much. "You know we can’t. There’s no lube and—"
"I packed some with me," Ambrose said too quickly, his hands holding Devon’s face in place. "It’s... It’s in my bag. The bedroom."
The Esper’s length quivered at the image those words invoked. He coughed, throwing his head away from Ambrose. His hands rested on either side of the sofa, giving neither him nor his permanent Guide room to escape.
"Orion..." Devon muttered. "You know we can’t afford to wake him."
Ambrose’s eyes dimmed with a mix of disappointment and understanding. "Right."
But Devon didn’t let the mood die, grabbing his chin until those silver orbs stared right at his face. He grinned, straightening on the sofa so the Guide could take in his dick.
"Why don’t you make that pretty mouth a little more... useful?"
Ambrose’s eyes glistened like twin moons, a sly smirk lifting his lips. He leaned closer, wrapping his fingers around Devon’s throbbing cock.
He took it in with one slurp, eyes widening as the tip hit the back of his throat. He gagged, breathing steadily as he slowly took it out.
The movement drove Devon to the edge and left him there, his thighs shaking. He brushed his free hand through the Guide’s blonde hair, holding tight while his other hand reached downward.
Devon found Ambrose’s dick again. He started with an excruciatingly gradual stroke, his head flinging back. The Guide’s mouth vibrated around the veiny length.
As Ambrose’s mouth movements fastened, so did Devon’s strokes. Both chased after release—sweat, breathless moans and heat coiling around the room like mist.
"F–Fuck..." Devon gasped, his fingers tightening around Ambrose’s hair. "I’m... I’m close..."
Ambrose couldn’t speak but the way his eyes fluttered shut and his legs tensed told the S-Rank he felt the same way. Devon bucked his waist, utterly filling Ambrose’s mouth with each thrust.
Heat built up in his core, his eyes rolling back. Once he reached the point of no return, he attempted to pull out—but Ambrose didn’t allow it, his hands grabbing his waist and holding him in place.
Devon spilt the entirety of his seed down Ambrose’s throat, squirming with every burst. Through sweat-slicked eyes, he watched a trail of white trickle down the corner of the Guide’s lips.
"Argh." Ambrose groaned, arching back as he came undone as well.
His mouth tasted sour and salty all at once, yet he licked off every trace of Devon’s cum from his lips. A satisfied smirk lit up his face, his eyes closing again.
"Can’t believe..." he spluttered. "... I made you come with a blow job. It’s been ages since I made someone do that."
By ’ages’ he meant his past life.
But good old Devon didn’t need to know that.
The S-Rank grunted, shoving Ambrose gently on his shoulder as he crashed beside him. He brought up his pants, exhaling through his nose.
"Didn’t realise how much I needed to release all that tension." He blurted, chuckling wryly.
Those words made Ambrose’s smile twitch. Just for a beat. Post nut clarity hit like a bitch, the pleasure and relief from release dissipating like smoke in a storm.
Right.
Tension.
As he stayed sitting on that sofa, his chest caved in with the harsh reality of what he hopes stayed nothing but a buried secret.
’I was defending myself,’ he kept repeating the words, forcing a smile as he rested his head on Devon’s shoulder. ’I did... nothing wrong...’
Although Ambrose lying on his shoulder took him by surprise, Devon adapted quickly. He adjusted his sitting position, ruffling the Guide’s hair and pressing a kiss on his forehead.
Unaware of the chaos hidden underneath.
