It was the same weapon he'd seen before, but the view with Xavier like this offered an entirely new scenery.
Every pent-up muscle on his body was suddenly alert, although Luca could tell that a certain traitor of a member thought differently.
Xavier, on the other hand, didn't shy away from Luca, who probably didn't realize he was gaping at him.
He took his time applying more lube, coating his protected member as he watched Luca with care. At the same time, the trembling guide returned it with a dazed gaze as his inhibitions were taken over by how Xavier was stroking himself while looking at him with those eyes.
"Luca, are you uncomfortable?"
It was a difficult question to answer; his bottom was twitching, and his erect member felt uncomfortable, but surprisingly, it wasn't the kind that would push him to stop.
So he shook his head, eyes moist as he looked at the wolf before him.
"Xavier…" he called to him, and who was the prince to decline his wife?
