Adjusting his position on the bed, Bashir moves closer and rubs a soothing hand over Crais' thigh. He's here, he wants to help, and he wants to be close.

"I think I can manage that." He snags the bottle of slick and coats the sound, making sure to rub it with his hands to warm the metal. Once he's satisfied with the temperature, Julian leans in and holds his cock steady, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the too-sensitive head and smearing around the lube a little more. His hands are steady as he slips the gently rounded tip into his urethra and lets the weight of the metal start to nudge it down and deeper.

"I can't recall, have you had bubble tea yet?"