[It's not the time for fighting. L both resists and welcomes it, nevertheless. He pulls back sharply at the bite, initially but ultimately responds by squeezing both their members more resolutely in his hand, grinding and sinking more deeply into every little attempt at dominance the SQUIP tries to inflict on him.
In any game of chess, the avatar for the player, the mastermind, is the King. L won't be challenged like this. Every ounce of pain and breathless wound is a reminder that he would not be attacked unless he was in control, and he relishes the prickling admissions.
Then the SQUIP shocks him again. This time, the harsh electric tendrils radiate throughout a body already taxed and trembling, with every muscle tensing to cling to what power they've managed to secure thus far. It's intense; L lets go, crumpling to the side in a fetal position. If the SQUIP wants a chance to shove him to the ground and teach him the meaning of submission, this is it...
Otherwise, L will be glad to test that definition himself the moment he recovers, regroups.]
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In any game of chess, the avatar for the player, the mastermind, is the King. L won't be challenged like this. Every ounce of pain and breathless wound is a reminder that he would not be attacked unless he was in control, and he relishes the prickling admissions.
Then the SQUIP shocks him again. This time, the harsh electric tendrils radiate throughout a body already taxed and trembling, with every muscle tensing to cling to what power they've managed to secure thus far. It's intense; L lets go, crumpling to the side in a fetal position. If the SQUIP wants a chance to shove him to the ground and teach him the meaning of submission, this is it...
Otherwise, L will be glad to test that definition himself the moment he recovers, regroups.]