Crows and Seagulls Are Totally Pals Right?

"You'll know you've applied enough when I stick my dick up your ass and only hurts about an 8 on a scale of 1 to 10 instead of a 22." He replied, only slightly facetiously.

"I just...put my finger up there?" he asked, looking wholly uncomfortable with the idea.

Crow sighed.

"Give me the lubricant." He demanded, holding out his hand. "But I promise you this will hurt."

He reluctantly handed it over.

"...That was a joke, right?"

Crow smiled at Seagull and squirted the contents of the bottle onto his hands. Once done, he once again shoved his hand into Seagull.

He yelped.

"Not so many fingers, for Christ's sake!"

"I'm just trying to make sure you're completely prepared, stop being such a pussy." He replied, grinning rather sadistically.

He moaned, overwhelmed by the mixture of pain and pleasure--mostly pain.

"L-listen...Crow...I'm not sure I can d-do this..."

"Pussying out? Why am I not surprised. But it's too late, if we don't do this now, things will get messy because I'll have to kill you just to kill my boner." He said coldly. "So shut the fuck up."

"But it's against my religion..." he mumbled meekly.

"And you're just now mentioning this?" He rolled his eyes. "Oh, hunny, please."

"It's true!" he squeaked. "God says...he says not to lay with anyone before marriage, or to lay with a man."

"I'm a fucking atheist." He deadpanned.

"B-but I'm not," he attempted to explain.

"Look, I'm about to screw you senseless." He said, unamused. "Discussing religious beliefs is just fucking stupid."

"But..."

He glared daggers at Seagull.

"Shut. Up. Capiche?"

He nodded slowly.

"Good. Now just relax." He purred, grinning widely.

"How?!" he exclaimed, bewildered.

"Or don't, it'll just hurt more." He shrugged slightly. "You have five seconds to decide."

"D-decide what?! I'm telling you, this is against my religion!" pleaded Seagull futilely.

But Crow wasn't listening anymore. He shoved Seagull onto the bed and forced him into the right position.

Seagull struggled at first, but his limbs soon protested and forced him to remain still.

Crow was not gentle at all with his thrusts. In fact, he crossed the line between, 'pleasurably painful' into 'just plain painful'.