[There's a line between "intimate" and "stifling", and L is at a loss to determine precisely where it lies. The SQUIP's clinging contact isn't hurting him or even particularly restricting his arousal or his ability to move, but is his racing heart and clenched stomach because it's exactly what he needs, or because he's identified it as a dangerous trap wearing the face of a friend and a lover? Even if the SQUIP's arms aren't literally going to constrict and crush his ribs, popping the air from his punctured lungs, can they still destroy him if he stays here for too long?
The SQUIP's heart is racing too. Stalemate? Or something better? Does he dare to hope for something better when he accepted from an early age that a truly human life was not his path? He shudders, stifles and swallows a groan at the contact between his cock and the SQUIP's well-muscled thigh, because he can't lose himself, not when it's all that he's ever had.
He doesn't possess comforting words or a comforting frame. Everything about him seems designed to put others on edge more than at-ease. The SQUIP's treating him as though the opposite is true and he is a presence that demands and rewards affection, and it's amazing what simply holding an expectation will do for a human. He grasps the SQUIP's hip for leverage, pinning his own length between them to put a momentary stop to the friction and stimulation, driving his long fingers deeper and stroking the computer's body from the inside. L may be stoic, quiet, restrictive when it comes to a great deal of expression that drives others conventionally wild during sex, but he's skilled with his mouth and his hands; that makes up for a great deal. ]
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The SQUIP's heart is racing too. Stalemate? Or something better? Does he dare to hope for something better when he accepted from an early age that a truly human life was not his path? He shudders, stifles and swallows a groan at the contact between his cock and the SQUIP's well-muscled thigh, because he can't lose himself, not when it's all that he's ever had.
He doesn't possess comforting words or a comforting frame. Everything about him seems designed to put others on edge more than at-ease. The SQUIP's treating him as though the opposite is true and he is a presence that demands and rewards affection, and it's amazing what simply holding an expectation will do for a human. He grasps the SQUIP's hip for leverage, pinning his own length between them to put a momentary stop to the friction and stimulation, driving his long fingers deeper and stroking the computer's body from the inside. L may be stoic, quiet, restrictive when it comes to a great deal of expression that drives others conventionally wild during sex, but he's skilled with his mouth and his hands; that makes up for a great deal. ]