(Warning: More Mature content ahead)
Ambrose fell onto his back on the bed after a gentle shove from Viktor. His chest rose and fell as he took in the ice Prince and Devon towering over him.
Devon acted first, stripping out of his pants until they pooled on the ground alongside his underwear. His nine-inch, veiny length stood rock hard, pinkish red and leaking at the tip.
Ambrose trembled as his eyes slid to Viktor. He had never gotten the chance to see him naked before now. So when he brought down his pants and underwear as well—his breath hitched.
Sure, he wasn't as big as Devon but what he lacked in length, he made up for with girth. His head throbbed red as he climbed onto the bed while Devon moved beside it.
Viktor's knees dipped into the mattress as he positioned himself between Ambrose's legs. He helped the Guide take off whatever was left of his clothing, his lips curving in a smirk as he scrutinised him.
