(Warning: More mature content.)
After drying themselves up, Devon Princess carried Ambrose from the bathtub to the bedroom. He lowered him to the bed like a precious egg, although his eyes burned like a predator who couldn't wait to sink its teeth into prey.
Ambrose couldn't blame him.
As he inched back against the pillows on the bed, he could feel the sore pressure thrumming through his dick. A glance made him realise he was getting hard again.
He lifted a knee, his mouth curving as he watched Devon move around the bed. Once the Esper was by the bedside, he opened the cabinets and brought out a few condoms and a bottle of lube.
The corner of his lips curved with a smirk as he climbed onto the bed. His hands settled firmly on either of Ambrose's knees.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful like this," he purred, lowering his face to the Guide's stomach. His lips puckered on his stomach once, before trailing to his inner thighs.
