I genuinely hate the way this word sounds but it's what we're doing.

[holeful]

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[brightred]

[???]

Are you talking about something to make penetration easier? [She's putting context clues together!]

You can just use spit, I don't mind that.

[housewolf]

Yeah, that's what lube is. We had it on the ship.

[holeful]

I already looked to see if they had some at the store, but they don't.

[Why is Fukuda still talking.]

[brightred]

If you really insist on finding something, you can just use cooking oil.

[housewolf]

Should we go get that now?

[holeful]

I could go get it if you untied me?

[brightred]

If you insist on it, fine. [They are really stopping for lube??? Fine.]

[housewolf]

[Yes.

Sorry, Grell.

Omi's going to start untying Fukuda.]

[holeful]

[You fool! Fukuda steals Grell and leaves. Cucking averted.

No just kidding he dutifully goes to fetch the cooking oil which is NOT an acceptable substitute for lube but here we are.]

[brightred]

[You futuristic characters with your sex education!

Anyways, Grell isn't going to let something like Fukuda being away on an errand stop her from making progress with Omi.

What kind of situation will he find when he gets back?]

[housewolf]

[Yes, the far off and distant future of 2020.

They're both undressed and on the bed, Omi over Grell and biting into her shoulder.]

[holeful]

[Fukuda returns and just stands in the doorway a moment before setting the bottle down next to the bed a little too hard, just to loudly announce his presence.

He is hoping maybe if he says nothing they'll forget to tie him up again?]

[brightred]

[Grell whines, clawing at Omi's back as his teeth meet her shoulder. She doesn't even acknowledge Fukuda as he walks in.]

[housewolf]

[He also doesn't acknowledge Fukuda, but he's a bit busy attempting to leave marks on her skin.]

[holeful]

[Rude???? He does just stand there mutely for a long moment but then does go to grab Omi's shoulder because Don't Ignore Me?]

Hey...

[brightred]

Sit down, sir. You aren't involved in this.

[housewolf]

[... He wants to pat Fukuda's shoulder or something but.]

You heard the lady.

[holeful]

[GOD HE WENT TO GET THE OIL TO HELP AND THIS IS THE THANKS HE GETS!!

Well as a minor act of rebellion he won't point out the oil he brought before he goes back to sit in the chair!!! Not that he has to!! He could leave any time!!!]

[brightred]

[Fukuda we are Trying to cuck you that's the entire point here!!]

[But Omi's distracted, and Grell doesn't like that. She kisses him again.]

Come on, don't look at him.

[housewolf]

[You asked for this!!!

His attention is successfully diverted as he looks for the oil and slathers some on his fingers, before opening her up.]

[holeful]

[Fine he will just sit here and watch quietly!!

The novelty of being tied up had worn off anyway, so now he's just silently thrilling at the fact that he ISN'T tied up and could in fact stop this at any point if he wanted to!!! He's just choosing to allow this. You two have no idea.]

[brightred]

Oh~! [Grell isn't a quiet person, and she's certainly loud right now, a whimpering gasp of sound as Omi's fingers enter her.]

Please-- don't be gentle!

[housewolf]

Got it.

[He's going straight to three fingers, but he won't skip the prep completely.]

[holeful]

[Hm. Well. He could stop this. But? He'd get in trouble? And then not even get indulgence points? So he will just continue to do as he's told.]

[brightred]

[She whines, gasps, claws at Omi's back as he opens her wider.

And makes sure to look directly at Fukuda the whole time.]