Anonymous of Jacksonville's eyes narrowed just the slightest bit. Obtaining the makeshift lubricant had been quite an interesting, albeit brief, side quest. Just when they'd narrowed it down to a choice between the ketchup and mustard in the refrigerator ('Too kinky,' TN the Tripscoundrel had protested) and plain old saliva ('Too crude,' Anonymous of Jacksonville had shot back), what should he spot glinting at the top shelf of TN the Tripscoundrel's medicine cabinet but a brand-new bottle of waffle syrup.
Anonymous of Jacksonville hadn't minded.
They had both discarded their pants not long after that, so that TN the Tripscoundrel still wore his shirt but Anonymous of Jacksonville was half out of his. The tripfriend would be entirely removed from it some frantic moments later.
"I don't see why you should complain so much, anyway," TN the Tripscoundrel was now saying, pouting in that unconsciously adorable way of his. "You agreed to be uke, after all! All you're supposed to do is lie there, make those sexy whimpers and moans as I ravage you, maybe even cry a little when I-- when I claim your innocence for my own!" he huffed, managing to look both embarrassed and exasperated. "So far, you've only done the first and none of the latter two!"