"F-Fuck." Gabriel bit down just a bit into Ambrose's neck, clutching him tighter until their chests slammed violently with each thrust. "I-I think… fuck. You're so good."
His thoughts swirled into nothingness, blurred completely by pure ecstasy and something else.
Ambrose's body quaked in his arms.
He tried meeting up with his persistent pace—but Gabriel was more ferocious than he could've ever given him credit for. At one point, the space god brought his mouth to his chest, tongue rolling nerve-wracking circles around his swollen nipples.
Despite Ambrose's dick being untouched, he could feel it.
Simmering from his core like a volcano about to erupt.
He was reaching the pinnacle yet again.
"G-Gabriel." He groaned, fingers curling into his shoulders. "I'm close. Gabriel, you're going to make me—"
