[What is wrong with showers, does he like being smelly and stinky like Killua.
Crow watches Shulk squirm under him with a smirk, tail arcing behind him.]
You only got that now?
[Crow leans forward, whale snout rubbing up against Shulk's feathered neck, close enough for the harpy to feel every exhale through Crow's nostrils along his jaw. His voice is low.]
You should take off your shorts.
[Not that Crow's going to make it easy for Shulk to concentrate on that, when he's straddling Shulk's hips, one hand reaching behind him to wrap around Shulk's bottle brush dick and slowly stroke it, while the other hand is roaming Shulk's chest, fingertips trailing down ribs and muscle before sliding back up again.]
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Crow watches Shulk squirm under him with a smirk, tail arcing behind him.]
You only got that now?
[Crow leans forward, whale snout rubbing up against Shulk's feathered neck, close enough for the harpy to feel every exhale through Crow's nostrils along his jaw. His voice is low.]
You should take off your shorts.
[Not that Crow's going to make it easy for Shulk to concentrate on that, when he's straddling Shulk's hips, one hand reaching behind him to wrap around Shulk's bottle brush dick and slowly stroke it, while the other hand is roaming Shulk's chest, fingertips trailing down ribs and muscle before sliding back up again.]