Seducing the Guideverse With My System — Raising an Anomaly [BL]

(Warning: Mature content ahead.)

Devon caught Ambrose’s chin between his fingers, pulling him back into a hungrier kiss. This time he slid his tongue into the Guide’s mouth, making the latter moan despite himself.

Ambrose’s toes curled underneath the water, his grip on the edges of the tub slipping. His eyes were blown wide open, darting between Devon and the open bathroom door.

"W–Wait," he barely broke free, his cheeks flushed and hands steady on the Esper’s shoulder. "Orion... you’re sure he won’t wake up and—"

The remaining words vanished from his head when one of Devon’s hands curled around his hardened length. He didn’t even realise how turned on he’s been until that touch.

He jilted as though he got stabbed with pleasure, his warm breath hitting Devon’s face in a shuddering gasp. "I–Dev—"

"Shhh." The S-Rank hushed him, slowly lifting a finger to his lips. "Relax. He’s not waking up. Tonight—it’s just me," he leaned closer, pressing a needy kiss on his neck, "you... and our desires."

His grip on his dick loosened just a bit. He rubbed a thumb on the tip, simultaneously speaking into his neck. "You like that?"

Thinking was far away from Ambrose, his vision blurring with stars. "Y–Yes," he wrapped his arms around Devon, fingers digging into his back. "Don’t stop."

"Tell me how much you’ve missed this," his tongue raked from his neck to his collarbone. "How much you missed me."

Ambrose wanted to speak. He really did. But every breath that broke past his mouth was restless, his chest rising and falling as the Esper’s strokes increased.

God, this was torture. He’s already gotten him riled up. His chest already burned with need; he couldn’t hold back any longer.

So why... the fuck...

"I missed you..." He found his voice, his eyes half lidded as he peered at Devon’s face. "I missed your touch... your... your body—"

He didn’t get the chance to finish.

Devon lifted himself until he was kneeling on the tub. Then he parted Ambrose’s legs—all while his fingers slid from his length to his balls... and then further down to his ass.

Ambrose’s eyes widened. Before he knew what was happening, Devon was already pressing a finger against his entrance. Not pushing in. Not yet.

He just left it there, biting his bottom lip as he made Ambrose stare at him. "You make me... so fucking restless," he made the Guide arch his neck before their lips crashed.

He swerved his head sideways, catching sight of some hand soap. Ambrose almost didn’t want to believe what he was about to do... until he did.

Devon rubbed his fingers over the soap, making sure Ambrose kept his gaze on him. Once he was done, he gripped the Guide’s ass again.

A resounding mewl bounced off the bathroom walls. Ambrose grunted, his palms travelling over Devon’s back as his middle finger pushed gently into his hole.

Ambrose’s heart raced as Devon drove the finger deeper. He bit back a whimper, burying his face on the Esper’s chest. "Fuck... it’s... argh..."

All Devon heard was ’more’. And he’d be damned if he didn’t do everything in his power to make the Guide pleased tonight. He brought his mouth to his dick, cupping it with his other hand.

His stroke on Ambrose’s member was slow at first. Each twitch he made, every uncontrolled gasp, only made Devon stroke harder.

Ambrose was a thrashing mess, his fingers falling from the S-Rank’s back. They roamed further to his chest, finding his nipples as Devon’s warm mouth wrapped around his cock.

"Shit." He pressed his lips, barely taking in his fiery red hair as he moved his mouth back and forth. "Fuck, you’re so good."

Devon pulled the veiny length out of his mouth only to take it in with more intensity. He lost track of his movements momentarily, making his finger curve until it hit the Guide’s G-spot.

The sensation brought Ambrose too close to the edge. "You’re... you’re going to make me come so soon—"

Devon didn’t stop.

He trailed his mouth from Ambrose’s dick to his chest, catching his nipples between the slick lips. He held back a smirk when the Guide squirmed with every kiss.

Without touching his length, Devon fastened the pace he used in finger fucking Ambrose. He hit that same spot, making sure he didn’t miss it even once.

Ambrose bucked his back and ass closer to him, throwing back his head. He could feel the buildup in his core, like fireworks lighting up from his stomach and through every cell.

Leaving Devon’s chest, he kneaded his fingers through those red curls, gripping hard when the Esper moved to the other nipple.

This time he couldn’t control himself. "D–Devon... I... I think I’m... fuc—!" He was going to yell from the explosion of pleasure but got shut up by Devon’s mouth on his.

The S-Rank grabbed the back of his head, probing Ambrose’s mouth with his tongue. Making him get just a little taste of his own dick.

Hot white streaks pulsed out of the Guide’s cock, floating into the foamy water in strings. He made a muffled noise against Devon’s chest, relief and something he couldn’t name washing through him.

By the time he was done with his orgasm, he was a limpy mess, barely holding onto the arms of the man who wrecked him. He was so carried away he almost didn’t notice Devon’s finger—still hooked in his ass.

"Tired already?" A dark laughter resounded from Devon’s chest as he pulled out his finger. His head tilted, gaze assessing the Guide lying against his chest.

Ambrose gradually shook his head, his eyes roving up to meet those golden orbs. "I can do this all night."

A grin played on his mouth when he felt Devon’s dick twitch, almost in approval. The Esper rose from the tub, the water dripping down his form in beads.

"Good," he mirrored Ambrose’s grin, ignoring the way he ogled at his dick. "Cause so can I..."

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