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

(Warning: More mature content.)

After drying themselves up, Devon Princess carried Ambrose from the bathtub to the bedroom. He lowered him to the bed like a precious egg, although his eyes burned like a predator who couldn’t wait to sink its teeth into prey.

Ambrose couldn’t blame him.

As he inched back against the pillows on the bed, he could feel the sore pressure thrumming through his dick. A glance made him realise he was getting hard again.

He lifted a knee, his mouth curving as he watched Devon move around the bed. Once the Esper was by the bedside, he opened the cabinets and brought out a few condoms and a bottle of lube.

The corner of his lips curved with a smirk as he climbed onto the bed. His hands settled firmly on either of Ambrose’s knees.

"Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this," he purred, lowering his face to the Guide’s stomach. His lips puckered on his stomach once, before trailing to his inner thighs.

Ambrose pressed a palm on Devon’s forehead, shivering from the sensitive touches. Soon the S-Rank got to his length.

Ambrose’s eyes rolled to the back when Devon wrapped his mouth around just the head—taking in the rest of him in one maddeningly slow movement.

As he worked on his dick, Devon opened the lube, popping a bit on his palm. He dabbed the cool, slick liquid between his index, middle finger and thumb.

This time when he pushed a finger into Ambrose, he made his strokes just a tad bit faster. The latter’s toes curled on the bed sheets, his back arching off the pillows.

"... Just... just fuck me with the real thing." He sputtered before he could stop himself. Then his cheeks reddened. "Please. I–I need you inside me."

Devon neither answered nor stopped the strokes into his hole. By the time the Guide felt lubed up to his satisfaction, he pulled his head away from his cock and straightened on the bed.

He took in every inch of Ambrose—from his arms which seemed to be getting more muscular and defined each passing day, the accentuated curve of his collarbones... the way his V-line sculpted perfectly to his lower body.

"I wish," he muttered, "there was some way to remind you how gorgeous you are. Every fucking day."

The words came off like he struggled to let them out. Because he did.

Yet Ambrose’s cheeks reddened further. The quiet only lasted a couple more seconds before Devon lowered his eyes.

After ripping a condom open and putting it on himself, he stroked a hand from the shaft to the head a few times. Ambrose gasped when the Esper grabbed his legs, lifting them above his head for easier entrance.

His muscles strained as he pressed just the tip on the Guide’s hole. Ambrose subconsciously ground his jaw. Then—Devon filled him in on a smooth dive.

Ambrose whimpered, placing his hands on Devon’s shoulders as he bucked his hips. Only for him to slam into him deeper and harder.

Devon stilled for half a second after that first thrust—like he was grounding himself. Like he needed to feel it just as much as Ambrose did.

Then he moved. Slow at first. Each motion felt like he was learning Ambrose all over again.

Ambrose’s grip tightened on his shoulders, his breath catching in uneven waves as the sensation built—too much and not enough all at once. His head tipped back against the pillows, lashes fluttering as he tried to steady himself.

"Dev..." his voice broke, softer now. "Don’t—don’t go slow just to mess with me."

A faint huff of amusement brushed against his ear.

"I’m not," Devon murmured, though the slight shift in his voice said otherwise.

But still... his pace shifted, each thrust becoming even deeper.

Ambrose’s body responded instantly, his back arching as a sharp breath tore from his chest. His hands slid from Devon’s shoulders, fingers tangling in his hair instead.

Everything seemed to blur in heat and pleasure.

"Fuck..." he breathed, the word dissolving into a quiet, helpless sound.

Devon’s control slipped a fraction at that.

His movements grew less restrained, rhythm tightening as something heavier settled between them. His forehead dipped briefly against Ambrose’s shoulder, his breath uneven for the first time.

"Look at me," he muttered, voice rougher than before.

Ambrose forced his eyes open, meeting that golden gaze. And that was it. Whatever fragile control he had left was shattered.

The tension snapped all at once, a sharp, overwhelming rush that pulled a broken sound from his throat. His body tightened instinctively, hands clutching tighter as he rode out the wave, vision going white at the edges.

Devon followed mere minutes after.

There was a brief moment where his movements faltered and stopped entirely, his breath leaving him in a low, strained exhale as he leaned into Ambrose like he needed the contact just as much.

Silence settled after their climax.

Devon shifted first, careful as he eased back, his hand lingering at Ambrose’s side like he didn’t want to let go completely. For a second, neither of them spoke.

Then Ambrose let out a quiet, exhausted laugh, dragging a hand over his face. "You’re actually insane, you know that?"

Devon huffed softly, already reaching for the sheets, pulling them over both of them before settling beside him. "And you love it."

"Debatable," Ambrose muttered, though he didn’t move away.

Not even a little.

Instead, he turned slightly, resting his head against Devon’s shoulder, his body still warm and heavy with aftershocks.

For a while, they just lay there.

Devon’s fingers traced slow, absent patterns along his arm—nothing demanding. Just there.

"You okay?" He asked eventually, quieter now.

Ambrose hummed, eyes already half-closed. "Mm. Ask me again in the morning when I can’t walk."

That earned him a soft chuckle. "Noted."

A pause.

Then Ambrose shifted just enough to press closer, his voice dropping to something softer. "I missed this."

Devon didn’t answer right away.

He just tightened his arm around him slightly, pressing a brief kiss to his hair.

Yeah... He missed it too.

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