"Don't you dare touch me again"
Xanthus uttered it softly, within just Sangaritus's earshot. Feeling his fingers trace a little of his thighs just as his senior moaned in pleasure hadn't been the best way to end a night, and would have never been if it wasn't for the black figure coming in through the door to pick away Xeron.
Xanthus couldn't take more than a glimpse because, in seconds, the door was blocking the view of the stairs which had been a hope to make a run for only in dreams, as the hefty man kept pinning him on the bed, his hip muscles devouring the tired legs of Xanthus. He retired from pleasure just as Xeron had fallen on the floor like a broken toy, his charge declining with every passing
