NO MORE ANUS BLEEDING

"You top," he insisted, crossing his arms and pouting.

Crow frowned.

"Excuse me? No, you top, since you want to so badly."

"No I don't, you want it," he insisted. "So you do all the work, jerkface."

Crow smacked him.

"IF YOU DON'T TOP I AM GOING TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU RIGHT HERE AND NOW, YOU HEAR ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT."

Seagull tackled him to the bed, glaring.

"You're such a fucking douche, Crow. I don't even know why I'm so turned on--just suck my dick already so we can do this."

He grinned.

"No, not this time. Get hard on your own."

He shoved Crow in the chest, irritable. This was proving to be a lot more trouble than it was worth.

"The fuck do you expect me to do, jerk off?!"

He licked his lips.

"All you have to do is rub your nice body against mine." He demonstrated. Though it was much clumsier than normal. Fucking alcohol.

Seagull glared at him suspiciously for a few minutes. Finally, he just shrugged and nodded.

"Whatever," he grumbled, obeying.

Crow pulled him closer, kissing him rather sloppily and grinding against him.

A pleased moan escaped him. Finally, Crow was playing nice; how he loved moments like these. He groped Crow's backside, licking his lips hungrily.

Crow chuckled, but he hoped Seagull didn't notice he was laughing at him. He ran his fingers up and down Seagull's spine, being pleasant for the time being.

Seagull arched his back with pleasure, far too intoxicated to notice Crow's laughter. He couldn't hide his complete elation over the fact that he was actually being touched and caressed by the cruel, sick creature he loved. It was the type of thing that only happened in his dreams before they reverted into nightmares.

He continued caressing his spine as he leaned over and licked Seagull's ear.

"Fuck me already, you tease." He whispered, grinning.

He shivered, unable to hide his complete arousal. Ashamed of his reaction, he rolled on top of Crow, pinning him down.

"Spread your legs," he commanded unsteadily.

He sighed happily, doing just as Seagull demanded.

"Don't be gentle." He told him, grinning widely.

"Shut the fuck up," he groaned. "It's your fault I can't see straight--I'll do whatever the hell I want." He clumsily nipped and sucked at Crow's neck in a misguided attempt at proving his point.

Crow squirmed, gently pushing him away.

"Come on, get to the good part already." He coaxed.

He continued biting Crow's shoulders anyway.

"Where's the fucking lubricant?"

He groaned, sick of the anticipation.

"It's in my nightstand, just don't use too much." He insisted. "Otherwise it won't feel good."

He climbed over Crow to grab it, halting the mood.

"What if I fucking want to, bitch? I don't wanna get hurt--who gives a shit about you, you're a douche tonight. Like always."

He stared at the bottle in deliberation, trying to figure out exactly how much he needed to squeeze out. It was very hard in his current state.

Crow rolled his eyes. "Then hurry up, at least. I'm getting bored of waiting."

Seagull squeezed a decent amount onto his fingers, glaring at Crow.

"This look good enough, princess?"

He smiled.

"That's perfect."

He roughly shoved his fingers inside of Crow, obviously irritated. Having been on the recieving end of such treatment several times, he wanted Crow to know what it felt like.

"How is it?" he asked sarcastically.