NO MORE ANUS BLEEDING

Seagull glared at Crow before pulling him into a messy kiss and hastily shoving his fingers back inside of him.

"I love you," he slurred momentarily before continuing the kiss with even more fervor.

Crow moaned the same words, perhaps even involuntarily considering his position.

Seagull thrust his clumsy fingers deeper, watching Crow's face with a kind of dazed fascination. Crow finally looked harmless, vulnerable. In fact, he looked downright adorable, in Seagull's opinion. He kissed his neck eagerly, hoping he'd make more noise or more confessions of love; even if they weren't true, this would do for now.

He moaned louder, pulling Seagull closer and wiggling slightly. He felt an urgency inside of his stomach, telling him the he needed Seagull and he needed him right now. He savored the feeling.

"You want it, right?" he whispered stumblingly into Crow's ear. He knew the answer, of course, but for the first time he was actually in what one would refer to as "the mood". He had never felt such a desire to pleasure Crow in his life. In fact, he had never felt much of any desire to pleasure Crow before now.

He let out a louder moan than before, even, gasping a small 'yes' in between his loud moans. He hoped Seagull got the hint.

He nipped at Crow's collarbone, then his nipples before slowly pulling out his fingers.

"Spread your legs," he commanded somewhat unsurely.

Of course, Crow did just as he said, letting out a sigh of anticipation.

Seagull hesitated, staring. For a moment he was overtaken by fear: what if he tried to put it in and missed? It would take some really goddamn good sexing up to make up for shit like that.

He glanced at Seagull, frowning deeply, but managing to stay silent.

After another moment of deliberation, he surprised himself by slowly slipping inside of Crow. As he began to thrust, he noticed with satisfaction how nice it felt--he had never been on top before, after all. He pushed Crow's legs onto his shoulders to keep them out of the way and, feeling emboldened by the liquor, shot Crow a cheesy hey-look-at-me-I'm-totally-inside-of-you grin.

Luckily for Seagull, Crow didn't notice. He was too busy indulging himself by moaning and panting rather loudly. If he had noticed, he would have stopped and beat the shit out of Seagull for it.

Safe from that knowledge, Seagull lovingly kissed and licked Crow's torso, biting down when he came close to a particularly sensitive area. Using one hand to balance, he jerked him off with the other, enjoying the spectacle that was his expressions.

They were quite the spectacle indeed, considering the fact that if Crow was sober he wouldn't have ever let them use a position where Seagull could see his face so well. It hadn't even crossed his mind, however, and so his rather colorful expressions were displayed rather prominently.

Seagull increased his pace, leaning in to kiss Crow tenderly.

"I...I love you," he panted, unsure of what else to say.

Crow responded by licking his face. It wasn't hot.

Or at least it wouldn't have been if Seagull were sober.

As it was, he gasped and slipped his tongue into Crow's mouth.

Crow responded by biting his tongue. Not that hard, but enough that it was probably startling.

Seagull started, pulling away as soon as Crow let go.

"Wha...what the fuck was that?" he asked, extremely confused. The movement of his hips slowed significantly as he stared at Crow, his eyes pleading for some kind of answer.

"You wouldn't stop talking." He panted. "It's annoying."

"But we were kissing," he said as though Crow were retarded.

"Yes, before that." He said, as it was obvious.

"But I was telling you I love you," he insisted. "And we can still kiss, can't we?...You should kiss me and say you love me back to apologize."

Crow responded by running his tongue over Seagull's lips.

"I'd love you if you shut up."

"It only counts if you love me now," he replied, pouting childishly. Nonetheless, he began to thrust harder and faster again. He entwined his fingers with Crow's in a speechless show of affection.