[The punch is packed with power, not only from the SQUIP's well-conditioned body, but from the anger behind it. It hits L in the cheekbone and snaps his head halfway around his neck, but he doesn't let go, meaning that the SQUIP goes right down with him. He uses the inertia to turn, ensuring that the SQUIP lands on its back and breaks his own fall.
He's shaking, reeling; the pale skin over his cheekbone is already swollen and promising a hideous bruise. But his grip has only tightened, and now it is around the SQUIP's throat.]
I can't hear you.
[L's body moves against the SQUIP's; the motion is a practical one, meant to hold its struggling body more steadily in place and prevent retaliation, but the grinding contact makes him realize that this has become an unexpected catalyst for an even more unexpected reaction. He's hard against the AI's thigh; he could plunge into it like a knife, saw it in half, come in the crater left behind, and the thought only makes his arousal throb in wolfish anticipation.]
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He's shaking, reeling; the pale skin over his cheekbone is already swollen and promising a hideous bruise. But his grip has only tightened, and now it is around the SQUIP's throat.]
I can't hear you.
[L's body moves against the SQUIP's; the motion is a practical one, meant to hold its struggling body more steadily in place and prevent retaliation, but the grinding contact makes him realize that this has become an unexpected catalyst for an even more unexpected reaction. He's hard against the AI's thigh; he could plunge into it like a knife, saw it in half, come in the crater left behind, and the thought only makes his arousal throb in wolfish anticipation.]