The pathetic little struggles brought back fond memories for Shawn. Oh the things he'd broken...<br/><br/>In one fell movement the boy was on the floor of the container, stomach first as Shawn straddled his back and kept his arms easily locked behind his shoulder blades, making it nearly impossible for the kid to move.<br/><br/>"Excuse me...but I can get whatever the hell I want..." Shawn cooed playfully as his hand, the one not holding both of the kid's behind his back, slipping down and then under the boy's shirt, moving up towards his chest and feeling out the muscles along the way.<br/><br/>"Not a bad body..." He mumbled, interested.