NO MORE ANUS BLEEDING

"Carry me," he insisted, pouting. "The room is all shaky and I don't like it. The fuck did you even do to it, asshat??"

Crow effortlessly picked him up, but he stumbled and almost dropped him on their way into the bedroom. Crow didn't remember being this sick. Sick or not he wanted some lovin', so he pretended he was fine.

He clumsily dumped Seagull onto his large bed.

Seagull licked his lips. He yanked his jacket off without a problem, but his tie proved difficult; his clumsy fingers were no match for the simple knot. Giving up, he unbuttoned his pants instead.

"You had better get naked soon, too, or I'll feel--" He hiccuped. "--stupid. That, and still horny."

Even as drunk as he was, taking off his clothes was easy. Crow was just too used to it, really.

He grinned at Seagull as he unbuckled his pants and slid them off.

"You're topping."

"Can I lay down?" he asked, hiccuping. "I don't wanna get up, I'm coooomfy~~~"

Crow nodded eagerly.

"Of course, you don't have to do anything, I'll do all the work." He was obviously excited.

He giggled like a tipsy woman.

"Won't it hurt, though?" he said vaguely, pointing to his face.

He laughed, but gave no response. Instead, he pulled Seagull into a rather steamy kiss.

Seagull wondered briefly if he should've removed his tongue piercing first. However, he was really drunk and the thought soon faded from his mind. All he wanted to think about was how warm and pleasant Crow's touch felt, the delightful closeness of their bodies. He sucked and nibbled on Crow's lips, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Crow enjoyed every bit of it, too. However, he pulled away briefly, just to let down his hair. He hated making out when it was up. It felt too rigid.

He ran his hands through his hair, then bent over to kiss Seagull again.

Seagle groped Crow's ass; Crow had a nice ass, he thought to himself. He hiccuped as they kissed, then giggled. Of course, as second later he was back to licking every surface of Crow's mouth he could reach. He forgot to breathe this time, however, and soon pulled away, gasping for breath.

"...You have l...li...luuuu...whatever the fuck that shit is that makes anal not hurt," he grumbled confusedly. "I don't wanna bleed again."

He grinned.

"Course I do." He leaned over and looked through his supply of lube. Of which he had many, many bottles. He picked out the right one and laid it on Seagull's chest.

"We won't need much."

He glared. Something was off here.

"You better not stick you fucking dick in my chest, shithead. I'll rip it the fuck out."

He laughed and grabbed the lube, attempting to squirt it into his hand. Instead, it ended up all over Seagull's chest.

"..."

Seagull glared, unamused.

"I wasn't lying about motherfucking ripping off your fucking dick, even if I love you. Get it off. I don't care how. And then you should make up for it...like, give me a blowjob. Or a milkshake. Or both."

Crow attempted to wipe it off, but instead it just got all over Seagull's chest more.

He just sort of stared the mess he had made.

"...I think I should go to bed."

Seagull groaned and pulled Crow into another kiss. This time, he reached much lower on his body, feeling up his inner thighs and the areas around them.

If Crow was gonna sleep, he was going to sleep after he passed out from exhaustion. After being done by a man. Repeatedly. Yeah. That was what he was gonna do, Seagull thought.

He groaned, forcing Seagull's hand to the right place. Stupid teaser. He wanted more than that, now that he was feeling him up.

He stroked Crow eagerly, wanting to see him give in. He had never watched Crow's face during sex before, he realized. Nonetheless, he knew that nothing would give him as much satisfaction as to see him succumb and weaken to his touch. The thought of Crow being vulnerable amused him.

He kissed him even more eagerly than before, though the kiss grew increasingly sloppy as a result; finally he shifted his attention to Crow's neck, flicking his pierced tongue across the sensitive flesh there.

Unfortunately for Seagull, it didn't happen. But really, what did he expect? It would take much, much more than that.

Crow shoved Seagull away, pinning him down instead.

"I lied about you topping."

He glared, confused. That was going to be fun. Why did Crow have to kill all the fun ever in the whole world?

"The fuck shit? I don't fucking get you...whatever the fuck, as long as I don't have to do shit. Smartass."

He grinned.

"Don't worry, you'll still enjoy it." He thought for a second. "...Well, maybe. I'm in a weird mood right now...~"

Seagull frowned. Maybe he had used too much in Crow's drink.

"...Whatever the fuck. Are we gonna do it or fucking what?"

Crow dug his nails into Seagull's wrists.

"Oh yes. We're going to fuck alright."

Seagull yelped loudly. He flinched and tried to kick Crow off, but it didn't do much good. Perhaps this had been a bad idea.

"That hurts, dumbass!!" he exclaimed as he tried to escape Crow's painful grasp. "I thought you were gonna be gentle! Augh, motherfuck!"