His cheeks bright red and freckles nearly hidden by the blush, splotching all the way down to his shoulders and up to the tips of his pointed ears. What, are you hoping one day, I’ll jump into your arms like a grateful escaped prisoner!? Xavier’s tongue is slick and pliable, edging its way in ever so insistently. “I care for you.”
Xavier’s awe twists hard into sour disdain. Instead of a chance.”
Xavier frowns, blowing a lock of tawdry red hair out of his eyes. Come for me.”
“Oh my Gods.” Xavier lets his head fall back down to the blankets, moans silenced in his throat by the shock of one particular thrust. Everything about him is delicate, soft and practical. They meet halfway in an exhilarating kiss. Xavier’s only got worse as he came. Stanley lets his out, relieved as he sinks into the tight heat of his virgin ass. At the sound of his displeasure, he hears rustling on the other side of the fire pit.