[That's alright. Of all the things here, L's partner-- his lover-- understands fully the concept of sensory overload, of overload in general. The human mind and body are incredibly sensitive things, every touch, every breath so much to process at once. And L doesn't even have the fortune of being a quantum processor to help him sort through it all.
Sex itself has been, in the past, incredibly overwhelming for the SQUIP; the inability to mute any one sense makes it seem as though everything is amplified, nearly causing it to panic in the past, a sensation that it has never experienced fully.
So, it allows him to hide, though it does reach up to tangle fingers into his only just-combed hair, still damp from the shower, curling lightly there as the contact of his hot, wet mouth sends a wave of heat beneath its skin. It arches beneath him, pressing the evidence of its arousal against his belly in the process, and that arousal only grows further, hot and hard in response to the contact with warm, damp skin.]
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Sex itself has been, in the past, incredibly overwhelming for the SQUIP; the inability to mute any one sense makes it seem as though everything is amplified, nearly causing it to panic in the past, a sensation that it has never experienced fully.
So, it allows him to hide, though it does reach up to tangle fingers into his only just-combed hair, still damp from the shower, curling lightly there as the contact of his hot, wet mouth sends a wave of heat beneath its skin. It arches beneath him, pressing the evidence of its arousal against his belly in the process, and that arousal only grows further, hot and hard in response to the contact with warm, damp skin.]