Clean Up

Adrian tossed the cum-stained shorts into the hamper while Max got dressed in the bathroom. Adrian felt sorry for him, on some level. The poor hybrid was incredibly embarrassed about the messy situation. But despite his sympathy, a deeper part of him felt even further driven to pin the sexy little raccoon boy to the wall and stuff hi-

"Uh Adrian?"

Max's voice from across the hallway shook Adrian from his fantasies.

"What's up?"

"I think these shorts are too big."

Adjusting the mysterious bulge forming in his pants, Adrian makes his way over to the bathroom. Max is standing in the doorway, his hands on his hips to keep the shorts in place.

"How big are they? If you can we..."

Max moved his hands away, letting the shorts fall around his ankles. He stood there innocently, despite now exposing the entirety of his lower anatomy to his host.

"Sir?"

Adrian moved forward, wrapping his hands around Max's waist and pulling him into a kiss. Neither of them hesitated, both immediately losing themselves in the impromptu embrace. It was pure passion and instinct, and they both surrendered willingly. Max wrapped his shapely legs around Adrian, who in turn moved both hands onto Max's naked butt. They moaned into each other's mouth, their cocks pressed together with only Adrian's boxer briefs to separate them. Every fiber in Adrian's body compelled him to bury his cock in Max's hole. After a slight adjustment of angle, Max was able to free Adrian's cock, lining it up with his entrance wordlessly.

Naturally, Adrian's phone chose that moment to go off, the sound of 'Seven Nation Army' telling him to get his ass to work or face the consequences. Any other day, he'd have called in sick and spent the next few days plowing Max into every surface in the apartment. But Adrian's employer was looking for Max already. The last thing he needed was winding up out of the loop.

Adrian gently set Max down on the sink counter

"Fucking damn it, I really have to go."

Max looked up at him with an expression of equal disappointment and desperation. Through glassy eyes and lips lightly trembling, he managed to argue back against Adrian.

"N-no please sir stay! I need to feel you. Or-r maybe taste you. You smell so- mmm - uh good sir."

Adrian kissed him firmly, enjoying the connection for a few moments before pulling away.

"I'm so sorry, Max. But tonight, I promise. Well, when I get home."

The kiss seemed to somewhat calm Max, who let out shaky exhale before responding.

"Promise?"

Adrian nodded.
"Promise."