Loki's fingers dug into Ambrose's ass cheeks, all claiming and pressing him harder against their hips. They slammed harder, faster, deeper—each hit making Ambrose moan as he'd never before.
Slowly they reached lower with another hand, fingers wrapping around his dick.
"You said you needed help down here?" Their voice came out rough and deeper than usual.
Ambrose nodded, eyes watery. "Y-Yes. Please."
Loki's grip tightened around his dick. "Beg harder. Don't be shy."
"Loki—"
The lord of chaos bottomed out so hard that Ambrose's cheek hit the headboard. He groaned, torn between pleasure, pain and an instinctual need to return the favour.
Fuck, Loki had been so gentle at the beginning too.
"Please, Loki." He panted, eyes fluttering shut. "Please, stroke me. I-I want to stain these sheets again while you fuck me. Give me that release again, please—"
The rest of that plea was fucked straight out of his mouth—literally as Devon slipped his own cock past his lips.
