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

Chapter 178: _Wrecked By Two Powerful Espers

(Warning: Mature content ahead.)

Ambrose couldn’t understand what was happening. Not until Devon turned his head to himself and proceeded to kiss him like tomorrow meant nothing.

Air left his lungs. His eyes widened but then slowly became half-lidded. Even his stiffened shoulders eased, although his nerves were on fire.

He pushed in a moan threatening to leave him, closing his eyes completely as Devon deepened the kiss. The Esper’s tongue slipped past his mouth, rubbing against his once it gained access.

As if that wasn’t enough to get him jittery, he felt Viktor’s cold palm brushing up his arm. The ice Prince seized his throat in a gentle grip, keeping his fingers hooked around him.

Then—he brought his lips to Ambrose’s neck, beginning with a soft, lingering kiss. This time his moan reverberated through him, bouncing off Devon’s mouth clasped on his.

[ALERT: Host’s heart rate doubled beyond normal perimeters. Blood pressure—]

’I can feel that already, aura.’ Ambrose shut down the system’s voice. ’Just... let me be for thirty minutes. Or another hour.’

He jerked when Viktor straddled him through his pants. His dick throbbed hard beneath his legs, reacting to the Esper’s touch like it wanted to jump out.

Leisurely, Viktor unzipped his pants. Then with a deliberate care that almost made Ambrose melt, he got past his underwear and plopped out his girthy length.

"Someone’s already slick with pre cum." Viktor rasped on the Guide’s neck. "Dirty little bird. You want this so much, don’t you? Two of us on you."

Ambrose couldn’t answer, barely managing to break off his jaw-numbing kiss with Devon. He swerved his head to Viktor, bringing his lips to him this time.

But as that happened, Devon let his hands roam. The red-haired Esper’s eyes burned with a hunger he didn’t know he was capable of as he plucked out the buttons on Ambrose’s shirt.

Once the Guide was bare-chested and left slick with beads of sweat, Devon’s eyes searched for and easily found his nipples in the dim light.

He pinched tenderly on one, lowering himself to the other. Ambrose gasped, his lips still locked with Viktor’s. He attempted to move or try touching Devon back but someone caught his wrists and hooked them over his head.

"F–Fuck, guys." He whined, squeezing his thighs as Devon sucked harder on his nipples. Viktor’s cold fingers tugged at his cock, chasing heat from the shaft to the tip.

He dragged out a pool of pre cum, leaving the whole thing wet and slick from top to bottom. His own little monster ached under his pants but he bore it.

Not yet.

Right now, it was about playing around with Rory’s desires without exactly reaching them.

Pulling away from Ambrose’s mouth, Viktor crept out of the sofa and then fell to his knees. He parted the Guide’s legs wide open, never letting go of his hardness.

After folding his pants and underwear to his knees, Viktor wrapped his warm mouth around Ambrose’s dick. He took in only the tip at first—then fell deeper until he’d gobbled up the whole thing.

His fingers dug into the Guide’s thighs, leaving marks as he went on with the back-and-forth movement. At some point, he’d pull him out of his mouth only to drag pulse-stopping licks around his balls.

Devon’s kisses trailed from his nipples to his neck, staying at a sensitive spot that made him shiver the most.

Between the head he got below and the infuriatingly long kisses left on his neck and chest—Ambrose didn’t know if he could take this any longer.

He felt a buildup coming in at some point and began bucking his hips, guiding himself deeper into Viktor’s mouth. The latter didn’t mind as hot, slippery saliva poured all over the Guide.

The buildup grew hotter and harder to ignore, so much so that Ambrose whimpered. "Mmph. I’m... I think I’m close... fuck..."

He arched his head backwards, his hands shaking behind the headrest. Just when he thought he was about to burst—Viktor shifted away from his length, cupping his balls.

"We’ve barely started, little bird." The Ice Prince grinned, his hand moving up his stomach and then grabbing his perky chest.

Ambrose’s chest heaved under Viktor’s possessive grip, the Ice Prince’s fingers rolling one sensitive nipple between them with just enough pressure to send sparks shooting down his spine.

"Viktor... please," he breathed, voice wrecked and hips twitching uselessly into the empty air where that sinful mouth had been moments ago.

Devon chuckled darkly against his neck. "Look at him. Already begging and we haven’t even properly started." His teeth grazed the same spot he’d been sucking on, hard enough to leave a mark that would definitely bloom purple by morning.

Ambrose’s cock jerked at the thought, leaking another bead of precum that trailed down his shaft.

[ALERT: Adrenaline and dopamine levels critical. Host may experience—]

’Aura, shut up,’ Ambrose mentally snapped, even as his body arched like a bow. ’Thirty minutes. Just... fuck, give me this.’

Viktor’s cold palm slid lower again, wrapping around the base of Ambrose’s throbbing length and squeezing. "Such a greedy Guide. Your body knows what it wants even if your mouth won’t say it." He leaned in and licked a slow, flat stripe up the underside of Ambrose’s cock, savouring the salty tang of precum before swirling his tongue around the swollen head.

Ambrose moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the dimly lit living room. Devon took advantage immediately, capturing his mouth again in a bruising kiss. Their tongues battled, wet and desperate, while Viktor swallowed him down to the hilt once more.

The dual sensations were overwhelming—hot mouth and tight throat below, demanding lips and skilled tongue above. Ambrose’s wrists were still pinned above his head by one of Devon’s strong hands, leaving him completely at their mercy.

Viktor hummed around his cock, the vibration pulling another broken whimper from Ambrose. He bobbed his head faster now, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down to coat Ambrose’s balls. Every time he pulled back, he’d tease the slit with the tip of his tongue, collecting every drop that leaked out.

"Fuck—Viktor—your mouth," Ambrose gasped against Devon’s lips.

Devon pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes dark with lust. "You like that? Having the Ice Prince on his knees for you?" He released Ambrose’s wrists only to shove his shirt completely off his shoulders, tossing it aside.

Then Devon’s hands were everywhere—tracing the lines of Ambrose’s abs, tweaking both nipples until they were red and aching, then sliding down to join Viktor’s efforts.

Viktor popped off Ambrose’s cock with a wet sound, strings of saliva connecting his lips to the glistening length. He looked up, eyes gleaming with wicked intent, and guided Devon’s hand to stroke Ambrose in long, firm pulls.

"Feel how hard he is for us," Viktor rasped. "Our little bird is dripping."

Devon’s grip was rougher. He twisted his wrist on every upstroke, thumb pressing into the sensitive head. Ambrose’s thighs trembled, trying to close around the pleasure but Viktor kept them spread wide, his cold fingers digging into the soft flesh.

Ambrose’s head fell back against the sofa, eyes squeezed shut as waves of heat rolled through him. This was so fucking wrong and right at the same time. These two men were both focused entirely on breaking him apart.

[WARNING: Heart rate exceeding safe thresholds. Recommend—]

’Aura, I swear if you don’t—’ Ambrose didn’t finish the thought. Viktor chose that moment to suck one of his balls into his mouth while Devon jerked him faster. The dual assault ripped a cry from his throat.

"Beautiful," Devon murmured. He leaned down and bit gently at Ambrose’s collarbone, then lower, sucking another mark onto his chest. "You’re ours tonight."

Viktor released the ball with a pop and licked back up the shaft, his tongue meeting Devon’s fingers in messy, wet strokes. Ambrose couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from him—whimpers, moans, broken curses.

His cock was impossibly hard, flushed pink, veins standing out as it pulsed in Devon’s fist.

They worked him like that for what felt like forever—Viktor’s talented mouth and Devon’s relentless hand—edging him closer and closer only to slow down whenever his hips started bucking desperately.

"Please," Ambrose finally begged, voice hoarse. "I need... I need more. Both of you."

Viktor rose from his knees, towering over him now. His hands went to his own shirt, slowly peeling it off while holding Ambrose’s gaze. The fabric parted to reveal pale, toned skin and the sharp lines of muscle carved by years of combat.

Ambrose’s mouth watered at the sight.

Devon followed suit, taking his shirt off in one fluid motion. His body was warmer in tone, freckles dusting his shoulders, red hair slightly messy from their kisses. The sight of both men shirtless, chests rising and falling with restrained hunger, made Ambrose’s cock twitch hard against his stomach.

"Bedroom," Viktor’s voice was low and commanding.

He reached down and pulled Ambrose up effortlessly. Devon pressed in from behind, hands roaming over Ambrose’s bare chest, lips on his shoulder.

Ambrose could barely stand through how shaky his legs were. But as they moved toward his bedroom, the weight of what they were about to do settled over him.