Kuzco and Pacha were falling, falling down the deep ravine of love, faster than either of them could imagine. Hoof in hand, llama to man, their love was an ever-shining light in the darkness. They had been through so much together: falling over a waterfall, chased by panthers, and even the hardships of camping in the wild. And by hardships, I mean boners. The sexual tension was so thick it was like jellified jelly. And now they were back at the palace after Kuzco had saved Pacha's life and Pacha Kuzco's. There was no denying the connection they felt, but they were back and had lives to return to. Pacha had three kids he loved dearly and wife he wished he loved. Kuzco wished he only loved himself, but his heart yearned for someone else: Pacha.
"I guess I'll see you later, friend," said Pacha. Kuzco's heart dropped. He was falling, falling hard. And then, without meaning to, he fell into Pacha. Pacha's ass. Over and over and over again.
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