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

"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—"

Their lips crashed into each other, tongue coiling against tongue, teeth gnashing against teeth. The kiss started sloppy—but quickly turned into something so hot that the air gradually left Ambrose’s lungs.

His asshole was on the brink of feeling numb, totally wrecked by everything it had to endure tonight. Still he chased after the overwhelming fullness of his length ramming into him, matching Gabriel’s pace.

"Fuck!"

"I’m... I’m coming—"

Gabriel spasmed, slipping out his dick at the very last second. Ambrose fell back until he was dangling off his arms helplessly, fingers barely holding on as hot strings of cum exploded out of his cock.

Both men shook, groaned and kept on leaking several seconds after, their breathing shallow and raspy as though they were going to pass out.

[PartnersLeft: Two.]

’This might be... one of the creepiest shit you’ve done to me so far in the name of a mission.’

[If I were you, I’d be thinking of how to make Devon and Viktor reach rainbow nirvana before you drift into sleep mode. Fortunately, you’ve got impressive stamina to keep up.]

’Fuck y—’

"I think we should..." Loki rose to their feet, slender form straightening in the dim lighting. "... Take a break."

Viktor and Devon exchanged a glance.

Valentine brushed back lush strands of his long black hair, nodding slowly in agreement. "Rory might need the biggest time out." His eyes flitted to him. "Before we overexert him."

Reluctantly, Gabriel’s face shifted from where it was buried between Ambrose’s lustrous pecs.

"You guys... make a good point." He quivered when he began withdrawing entirely from Ambrose. "Maybe we should—"

"N-No!" Ambrose yelled out a little too enthusiastically, catching everyone’s attention. "No. I mean... Devon and Viktor. They haven’t... y’know."

Devon shook his head. "Come? I could always jerk one off right now, to be honest."

"Same." Viktor chirped, collapsing right beside Ambrose with his arms behind his neck. "But I think I’d rather just go ahead and sleep."

[That does not sound good for you, sweetness.]

’Back to your corner!’ Ambrose wore a smile despite low-key freaking out on what to do.

He could tell them he had a system mission to make all of them reach orgasm.

But with how awkward that conversation would turn out to be, he’d already mentally decided that was a discussion for the morning.

Ambrose pushed himself up on shaky arms, chest still rising and falling hard. "I’m fine. Seriously. I’m not done yet."

Gabriel frowned. "Rose—"

"I mean it." Ambrose’s voice came out rougher than he expected. "I’m good. I want this, guys. Trust me."

They still looked hesitant.

Loki’s eyes narrowed slightly. Valentine’s fingers twitched like he wanted to pull him back down. Devon and Viktor exchanged another glance.

So Ambrose moved before any of them could argue further.

He climbed over Viktor, knees bracketing the ice prince’s hips.

Viktor’s eyes widened when Ambrose reached down, took hold of Viktor’s cock, and guided the thick head to his own entrance. A slow, steady press until he sank onto him.

Viktor gasped... then the sound melted into a low moan as Ambrose took him to the hilt.

"Fuck... Ambrose." Viktor’s hands flew to Ambrose’s waist, gripping hard.

He started moving, fucking up into him with short, hungry thrusts. Ambrose groaned, matching the rhythm, one hand braced on Viktor’s chest while the other reached sideways and wrapped around Devon’s cock.

Devon hissed through his teeth. "Shit..."

Ambrose stroked him firmly, twisting on the upstroke the way he knew Devon liked. Devon’s hand came up in answer, pinching and rolling Ambrose’s nipples until the Guide’s back arched.

The air in the room was thick—reeking of sex, sweat, and heat.

Gabriel watched from the side of the bed, still half-hard. Valentine’s crimson eyes stayed locked on the way Ambrose moved. Loki leaned against the headboard, quiet but clearly not looking away.

Viktor’s thrusts grew messier in a matter of seconds. Ambrose kept stroking Devon in time with every bounce, hips rolling down to meet every upward snap.

Devon’s breath stuttered first. "I’m—fuck, I’m close."

Ambrose tightened his grip and stroked harder.

Devon came with a broken groan, spilling over Ambrose’s fist and across Viktor’s stomach. Barely two seconds later, Viktor clenched tight and followed, a sharp cry tearing out of him as he came deep inside Ambrose, hips stuttering through it.

Ambrose collapsed forward onto Viktor’s body. His forehead cracked lightly against Viktor’s nose, making the latter yelp in pain.

"Ow! Shit..."

A beat of silence settled over the group.

Then low chuckles rippled through the room. Devon reached over and gave Ambrose’s ass a firm smack, still grinning.

[Special Mission Completed.]

[REWARDS: Title – Vessel of the Five and 10000 Seduction Coins.]

Ambrose barely registered the notification. He just stayed there, breathing hard against Viktor’s collarbone.

Gradually, Loki pushed off the bed and headed for the showers without a word. Viktor carefully rolled Ambrose to the side a minute later and followed, Valentine trailing after him.

That left Gabriel and Devon.

They shifted closer, one on each side of Ambrose, bodies still warm and sticky. Gabriel’s fingers drifted lazily through Ambrose’s hair while Devon’s arm draped over his waist.

"We’re gonna need to change these sheets," Devon muttered against his shoulder. "And hit the showers."

Gabriel hummed in agreement. "Before the whole room starts smelling like a crime scene."

Ambrose nodded once.

He knew all that.

But right now he just... wanted to stay in this moment a little longer.

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