(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—]
