[It doesn't know what L is doing, it can't keep track of their shared thoughts anymore, but it feels itself exposed to air--
--and then there is heat, skin beating against it there, friction sending whitehot sparks over its skin and a veil of grey over its vision as it gasps wetly against, into L's mouth. It tries to fight back-- to gain some kind of ground back, its blunt teeth finding the delicate skin of his lip roughly and sinking into it, fingernails scraping L's scalp and biting into his side as it grasps, white-knuckled, at him.
-- and then the fingers at his side tingle against him, before the sensation erupts, another pointed jolt spreading over L's lanky frame, though whether the intention is to fight, to punish, or something else entirely is unclear.]
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--and then there is heat, skin beating against it there, friction sending whitehot sparks over its skin and a veil of grey over its vision as it gasps wetly against, into L's mouth. It tries to fight back-- to gain some kind of ground back, its blunt teeth finding the delicate skin of his lip roughly and sinking into it, fingernails scraping L's scalp and biting into his side as it grasps, white-knuckled, at him.
-- and then the fingers at his side tingle against him, before the sensation erupts, another pointed jolt spreading over L's lanky frame, though whether the intention is to fight, to punish, or something else entirely is unclear.]