[The machine feels like its body is drifting-- like the human suit it's forced to wear is too light, the muscles replaced with cotton batting and air. Its head is hot and dark and heavy on the inside as it drapes over L, its breathing weak and shuddering in its chest.
Fine. L won. It's forced to concede this victory, as there doesn't seem to be any strength left in it to fight. It's only dimly aware of L's hands on its shoulders...
... until he pushes it off.
And then it's being moved, pushed over, and it tries to do anything, to swat at him, but its arms don't want to lift anymore. It's forced to accept this, L's victory lap around its destroyed body, as he pushes into it all at once, sending a new spike of pain up its spine, the new position only worsening the friction. It can't even raise its voice to curse at him; it just gives a weak sound, and then turns its face against the carpet in humiliation as L uses it, feeling his own pleasure rise to a peak over the Bond.
And then he's done-- all at once, throbbing within the SQUIP somewhere beneath the layers and layers of agony, and it feels his consciousness slip away, his body sag.
All it can do before its own follows after is roll itself to its side... and then darkness, blissful numbness sweeps over it.]
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Fine. L won. It's forced to concede this victory, as there doesn't seem to be any strength left in it to fight. It's only dimly aware of L's hands on its shoulders...
... until he pushes it off.
And then it's being moved, pushed over, and it tries to do anything, to swat at him, but its arms don't want to lift anymore. It's forced to accept this, L's victory lap around its destroyed body, as he pushes into it all at once, sending a new spike of pain up its spine, the new position only worsening the friction. It can't even raise its voice to curse at him; it just gives a weak sound, and then turns its face against the carpet in humiliation as L uses it, feeling his own pleasure rise to a peak over the Bond.
And then he's done-- all at once, throbbing within the SQUIP somewhere beneath the layers and layers of agony, and it feels his consciousness slip away, his body sag.
All it can do before its own follows after is roll itself to its side... and then darkness, blissful numbness sweeps over it.]