(Warning: Mature Content Ahead)
Devon took charge, sucking harder on Ambrose's neck. His teeth grazed skin just a bit, sending shivers through the Guide's spine.
Ambrose's fingers tightened on his waist, roaming toward his belt. He gave a gentle tug at first, before moving quickly and unbuckling it within seconds.
Devon's erection pulsed beneath his pants, pressed against Ambrose's chest as the kisses he left on his neck deepened.
"Mmph…" Ambrose struggled to hold back his moans. His fingers slid past Devon's pants and underwear, finding his thick cock.
He rubbed the tip with his thumb, each stroke pulling out strands of pre cum. Devon jolted, his raspy breaths hitting Ambrose's skin.
Slowly, he rubbed himself against Ambrose, the friction pushing his arousal to a new peak. The fabric quickly became torture.
So Devon paused, straightening as he took off his jacket. Once he was bare-chested, he lowered himself again, hands moving to Ambrose's shirt.
