[The shift was different and he relented slightly at the word, noting that Steve was not able to produce any manner of slick naturally? That was strange, but then again, humans were very strange creatures. His own body was willing to produce slick, mostly due to the need to protect the scales around those slits.]

Where is your slick, Steve? Do you need some of mine?

[His hips rocked with the grip of his hand, thrusting himself into the fist and rubbing their erections together. It felt almost as good as when Steve's mouth had been on him.]

In the South. The beaches are best when they are sandy. You can use logs and rock beaches, but it isn't as easy or comfortable.