22 of December.

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Yes, I will write a chapter just to have foreshadowing about the next story. And yes, this is the last chapter. Have fun with this, I made this 17 chapters, unlike those I make fucking thirty. Moving on, I'll start the next soon enough (and yes, I will have Craig bottoming smut in this chapter. Y'all want it, I know you do. And I will start mid sex scene.) And this chapter is visiting all 4 of the ships. There is a clear sign of moving to the next. You're welcome!
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"Craig... um," he says.

"What is it?" I ask, getting off him immediately.

"You told me you wanted to try bottoming," he says.

"Ah. I did. How badly does it hurt?" I ask.

He rolls his eyes.

"You'll have to figure it out," he says.

I roll my eyes, pushing him down on his back again.

"You remember the safe word as well, right?" Tweek asks.

I nod. I stare at him.

"Are we still gonna let me do this or-?" I ask.

"I would panic and bite your shoulder off," he says, laughing.

"Okay. Why are you so calm today?" I ask.

"I drank a shit done of coffee," he says.

I roll my eyes, getting to his shirt again, taking it off.

"Is there a rehab center for coffee addicts?" I ask.

"Nooo!" He says.

"Hey! Pants! You took me to heart!" I say.

He blushes and I take them off.

"Watch that! None of that bullshit of jeans being too tight!" I say.

He rolls his eyes.

"Your turn. Isn't it?" He asks.

I take my shirt and pants off, just at normal speed, none of that slow bullshit.

"I have no idea, how topping works," he says.

"You know, I don't know shit about bottoming so we are about on the same level here," I say.

I sit on the bed, taking the lube out.

"But you just basically lube three fingers and put them in. Not at ones. And do the same for your dick. That's the basic version," I say.

"Okay. I'm sorry, this is going to be hell for you," Tweek says.

I do the same Tweek normally does, closing my eyes to make myself ready for the pain.

The first one is easy, second hurts like hell.

"You okay?" Tweek asks.

"Yup," I say.

I mean, it hurts but it always does... doesn't it?

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