(WARNING: They're... still at it.)
The burn coursing under Ambrose's skin was brutal. Valentine's arms never left his waist, only coiling tighter as he fucked him.
With shut eyes, he leaned harder against the Necromancer's shoulder. The latter pressed a wet, slurpy kiss on his lips, tongue slipping through, consuming his moans as his hips bucked faster.
"You're doing so good." Valentine's fingers ran from his twitching dick, overflowing with pre cum, to his stomach and then his chest. He twisted his nipples, pulling strained gasps out of Ambrose's throat. "So beautiful." His lips trailed to his neck. "Keep moaning for me."
Ambrose lifted a hand, reaching for the back of Valentine's head, controlling how much he kissed him.
He couldn't get too carried away, though.
So far he'd gotten Loki to orgasm.
