[JIMINIE]
"I'm so sorry, kitten," Xiao Zhu spoke as he stood at the door of the bathroom, his body dripping so graciously, even as he hoped to get redemption for the mess he had thrust his dear erasthai into.
"You shouldn't be h—" Jiminie began, as he took in the sight of the very wet king. The man looked so perfect, scars and all. He looked like a god, the sexy body that Jiminie had not thought of for a while staring right at him.
Jiminie had been sure he would keep his self-control in check, but as he looked at the deadly king standing there like a sculpture, he couldn't help but swallow thickly, especially when his eyes trailed to the king's crotch.
He was still as big, as thick, and still as long, and boy did Jiminie feel his lips dry at the thought of wrapping his pretty lips on it. Jiminie wondered if Xiao Zhu still tasted the same, if his touch still felt like it always did.
