[The slow, slick contact sends heat blooming over the Bond in curling, spreading shapes, that well-muscled chest beneath L shifting and rising just a bit more quickly in response. Its warmly-toned skin is flushed and warm beneath his lips, and it hooks a leg around one of his, pulling him close, pushing their hips together. It doesn't seem to care if it traps his hand there temporarily.
When he kisses along its neck, it tips its chin back, welcoming, inviting... and then thinks better of it, instead tipping its head to press its face into his hair, its fingers still tangled there as it holds him close.
The SQUIP is always highly physical, but this time, it's as though it's trying for a new record, as though it wants every part of them to touch as much as physically possible.]
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When he kisses along its neck, it tips its chin back, welcoming, inviting... and then thinks better of it, instead tipping its head to press its face into his hair, its fingers still tangled there as it holds him close.
The SQUIP is always highly physical, but this time, it's as though it's trying for a new record, as though it wants every part of them to touch as much as physically possible.]