Spongebob ran a hand up Mr. Krabs' thigh, stroking it with the same amount of care he would give a newborn blowfish.
"Are you feeling it now, Mr. Krabs?" Spongebob asked in a low, sultry tone.
Mr. Krabs narrowed his brows while trying his best to come off clueless as he asked, "Er, Spongebob me boy, what are ye doin', Lad?"
In the back of his mind, Mr. Krabs knew exactly what Spongebob was trying to do, and he hated how much he liked it.
"Something I've been wanting to do since I started working for you, Sir," Spongebob answered as he bit timorously at his bottom lip.
Everything was happening so fast – life out on the town wasn't anything like Mr. Krabs had expected. At first it seemed like going out with the boys was all just a waste of time, but after Patrick went home out of boredom, Mr. Krabs found that Spongebob began having a hard time keeping his hands to himself, which caused the evening to take an interesting turn.
Mr. Krabs decided he would play Spongebob's little game; he stroked the sponge's cheek with the back of his claw, easing their faces a little closer. Without so much as a moment of hesitation, Mr. Krabs began planting kisses on Spongebob's squishy form. He wasn't even sure which parts of the boy he was pecking; all he knew was that Spongebob was loving it.
"Ooh yeah, Mr. Krabs," Spongebob moaned, squirming ever so slightly under the crustacean's hot breath.
The corners of Mr. Krabs' mouth quirked upward with satisfaction - the panty raid was nothing compared to this.