Crows and Seagulls Are Totally Pals Right?

"...Did you forget beating me up?!" he hissed.

"I didn't think I hurt you that badly." He sat up anyway, moving off of Seagull.

"...What fucking bag?" he grumbled.

He pointed to the bag he brought.

"It just has my supplies in it, as well as the rest of my things. It should be in there somewhere."

Sighing, Seagull reached for it and began to rifle through.

"Why couldn't you just grab it?"

Crow stretched out on the bed, yawning.

"Sometimes it's fun to make other people do the work, especially when they start to complain."

He groaned, chucking the bottle at Crow's head.

"There."

Crow caught it and inspected it for a moment.

"Here." He said, handing it back to Seagull.

"...What am I supposed to do with it?" he asked, confused. "It's not like I've done this before..."

He grinned.

"Figure it out, you're the one who wants to get things done so quickly."

He placed it down awkwardly.

"...I guess we're waiting. Jerkoff."

"Do you really have to think about it? It's not that hard." He rolled his eyes.

"I've never done this before!!" he exclaimed, embarassed.

He waved his hand.

"Oh, come on. Think about it for just a few seconds." He grinned widely at Seagull.

"...You're going to masturbate?" he asked, grimacing.

"No, stupid." He sighed heavily before he realized the simplest way to teach him what he wanted. Without warning, he shoved his hand into poor Seagull. "You feel this? It's not very comfortable, is it? If you want it to hurt less, you better do something about it."

Seagull screamed like a little girl. Or at least, he would've if he were any less manry; instead he let out a prolonged groan of pain.

Crow removed his hand, finger by finger.

"Figure it out yet?"

"I don't care if your fingers chafe--how do I stop it from hurting?" he whined, tears pooling in his eyes. "Ah, fuck..."

He motioned to the lube.

"Wow, if it hurt that much you might want to use a lot." He laughed to himself. "Pussy."

"Just...just shut the fuck up and help me!" demanded Seagull, humiliated.

Crow shrugged.

"Well, since my dick is going up your ass you might want to start with both of those. Fucktard." He scoffed.

"I...I can put it in there, too?" he asked, blushing. "...You aren't shitting me...?"

He sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Just get to it."

"H-how do I know if I've applied enough?" he asked nervously, staring at the bottle.