(WARNING: More Mature Content Ahead)
He couldn't believe it.
No, really—this was the kind of shit his wet dreams were made of. All five of the males he loved gathered in a room, not just fixed on sleeping with him.
But also having fun with themselves.
Even now as he was tongue deep in Loki's mouth, his gaze couldn't help but flit to Viktor. The ice Prince had acted so awkward the first and only time he and Devon kissed.
Now he was practically devouring him, the filthiest smirk quivering at the corner of his mouth. Both men occasionally glanced at him—making sure he watched them.
Ambrose's erection popped until it hurt.
He could already feel the slick pre cum coating his underwear as Loki's arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against them.
"Do you like this?" The Lord of chaos whispered. "Did you… desire all of this?"
Heat bubbled through Ambrose's core, yet he was able to whimper into those claiming lips. "Y-Yes. I do."
