The shield, the sword, and the bottle. He increases his pace, still just as deep, moving in until he feels his own balls nudge against Xavier’s. Txxx Stanley pulls with purpose at the sash holding his robes together, sitting back on his legs when the knot finally gives. “You think I’m just a child.”
“I don’t,” Stanley slips off of the bed to kneel beside it, eye-to-eye with Xavier. He makes no move to do anything but breathe. “Yes?” Comes the ready response. Stanley stretches him wide, fucking into him hard, leaning over his back and holding him down further. “Are you ready?” Stanley asks, placing both hands on Xavier’s hips. “I care for you.”
Xavier’s awe twists hard into sour disdain.
