Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me.
"Young monk, where were you last night?
The child froze in mid-sneaky step.
The slick-sticky body pressed insistently against his body. Smothering hawk-eyes burned into his blushing flesh.
"Well?"
The persistent hot mouth nipped playfully at his tender nipples. Sharp teeth sank into his yielding shoulder. Words of naughty little acts whispered in his ears.
"Omi? An answer, please."
"I was out for…late training."
Undulating hips pressed firmly against him; asking and seeking more and more. Sticky icky moisture dripped down his thighs. The mantra of 'mineminemine' buzzed in his ears.
"Out with Chase Young again?"
"Yes…"
"I thought so."
I need to work on my other works...