[The SQUIP lays there for a moment, shuddering, its breathing loud and ragged; it rolls itself over, trying to collect itself, to gather its breath despite everything it just experienced. Its body is reeling and head spinning, the floor seeming to shift beneath it as it tries to pick itself up; but it manages.
It pushes L over, rolling him onto his back, and then grabs a fistful of his hair, pulling him up to a sitting position; its other hand goes to its cock, and guides it to push against L's lips, an utterly crude and dominant gesture.
It is the one leading this relationship.
It is the one doing the teaching, the telling. L's place is to do what he's instructed.
no subject
It pushes L over, rolling him onto his back, and then grabs a fistful of his hair, pulling him up to a sitting position; its other hand goes to its cock, and guides it to push against L's lips, an utterly crude and dominant gesture.
It is the one leading this relationship.
It is the one doing the teaching, the telling. L's place is to do what he's instructed.
That is their understanding. Right?]