[Crow can't help the shiver and loud groan. God, Shulk, what an ass! Frustrated and sinfully aroused, Crow shoves Shulk back down onto the bed and pins him, a hand grasping for the bottle of lube and holding it up so Shulk can clearly see it.]
Fine. [Crow flicks the lid of the bottle open.] But if I get anything weird, I'm blaming you.
[Slicking his fingers -- looking down at Shulk's feathery ass, putting some on the guy seems like an endeavour rife with uselessness -- Crow feels around, trying to find Shulk's entrance under all those damn feathers. Oh wait, there's a small dip...
Crow pushes a finger in, curling it and stroking, thumb pushing down hard and rubbing on the outside.]
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Fine. [Crow flicks the lid of the bottle open.] But if I get anything weird, I'm blaming you.
[Slicking his fingers -- looking down at Shulk's feathery ass, putting some on the guy seems like an endeavour rife with uselessness -- Crow feels around, trying to find Shulk's entrance under all those damn feathers. Oh wait, there's a small dip...
Crow pushes a finger in, curling it and stroking, thumb pushing down hard and rubbing on the outside.]