“Stanley?” He calls into the night, just above a whisper. He pours a liberal amount directly onto Xavier. xxx “This is so not the time for humor.”
Stanley starts a rapidly weakening excuse as Xavier steps past him, laying down onto the bed. “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. “Please, Stanley, I’m so- I’m so…”
“Yeah. Xavier traces a hand through the dense fur on his chest, dragging his fingers down through the line it draws to his groin. He gets a good look at Xavier’s face as he thrusts back into his ass. He tightens up again, tensing as Stanley’s finger digs into his hole.
