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Logan shifted under the directions. His gaze was firm, but beneath it he was nervous that he would mess up somehow. He watched entranced as dark hair fanned out against the bed. Air caught in his throat at the promise Dov made. A determined expression came across his face. He was going to get that reward. He got onto his hands and knees, and scooted closer to the other knight.
He dipped his middle finger viciously into the jar. It came back coated in a thick layer of oil. He settled between Bearclaw's thighs. Logan caressed Dov's knee with his dry hand, and he slowly moved upward. Once he reached the other knight's hips, he paused. He touched Dov's entrance with a sticky digit. Slowly he in pushed, farther and in. He inched the rest of the way up to his knuckle. Logan felt stiff with anticipation. The extremity went inside as far as he could. He twisted it, but then remembered that he was supposed to make a circle motion. Logan began to twirl it gently. His hooded eyes found the only other eyes in the room. "Is this...I mean...are you alright?"
He dipped his middle finger viciously into the jar. It came back coated in a thick layer of oil. He settled between Bearclaw's thighs. Logan caressed Dov's knee with his dry hand, and he slowly moved upward. Once he reached the other knight's hips, he paused. He touched Dov's entrance with a sticky digit. Slowly he in pushed, farther and in. He inched the rest of the way up to his knuckle. Logan felt stiff with anticipation. The extremity went inside as far as he could. He twisted it, but then remembered that he was supposed to make a circle motion. Logan began to twirl it gently. His hooded eyes found the only other eyes in the room. "Is this...I mean...are you alright?"