[He contemplated that answer as his hand stroked up Steve's penis and then back down again, tracing over the other boy's testicles before groping his friend's ass. He had to lift that hand away though, unwilling to damage Steve because of curious exploration with his claws.

Instead, he raised his hand to his mouth and chewed off his own claws to the start of his flesh, removing part of his natural defenses without a care in the world. As he was doing so, he was keenly aware of Steve's fingers exploring the second slit, the muscles behind it clenching even as the small smooth scales remained the same.]

It feels strange. That's... I don't know the human word. [He dropped his hand and inserted his smooth fingers between Steve's cheeks to stroke his friend's ass.] There, yes? Above is my sheathe so I don't go all withered in salt water.