(Warning: Mature content ahead.)
Devon caught Ambrose's chin between his fingers, pulling him back into a hungrier kiss. This time he slid his tongue into the Guide's mouth, making the latter moan despite himself.
Ambrose's toes curled underneath the water, his grip on the edges of the tub slipping. His eyes were blown wide open, darting between Devon and the open bathroom door.
"W–Wait," he barely broke free, his cheeks flushed and hands steady on the Esper's shoulder. "Orion… you're sure he won't wake up and—"
The remaining words vanished from his head when one of Devon's hands curled around his hardened length. He didn't even realise how turned on he's been until that touch.
He jilted as though he got stabbed with pleasure, his warm breath hitting Devon's face in a shuddering gasp. "I–Dev—"
