(More Smut Ahead!)
It was Ambrose's turn to go down on Devon. To be vulnerable enough with someone to suck—
[Hon, it's sucking dick. Not poetry. You'll be alright.] Aura sounded cynical.
'Shut it.' he hissed mentally as Devon unfastened the belt around his wrists. That gave him the chance to wrap a hand around the Esper's length.
It was so full that his palm barely covered it. So veiny that he wanted to trace every individual vein just to see Devon jerk from the stimuli. So thick that it felt like it could wreck his throat if he dared take it in.
But he wanted to.
Fucking hell, he really did.
Just as he was about to lean closer, Devon did the honours for him. The S-Rank's fingers tangled the back of Ambrose's lush blonde hair, guiding his mouth to the pink cap of his dick.
Pre cum slicked out in a string connected to Ambrose's thumb. His heart raced. A couple of times, his eyes travelled to Orion's bedroom door.
They should probably take this to Ambrose's bedroom instead.
