[The sudden, deep stroke of those fingers makes the machine buckle beneath him, draws an utterly organic, heated groan from its lips. It turns its head to catch L's mouth with its own, pushing its tongue over his, greedy and mindless. Its typical constant calculations still run within its mind, of course-- a machine cannot operate when it isn't running calculations constantly, even during sex. Where to touch, how to touch, what could be coming next, but the SQUIP isn't focused wholly on the calculations. They're background processes, the primary focus being feeling.
Its cock twitches and throbs against him as he touches it, its breathing sharp and noisy into his mouth-- it allows itself this, allows itself to feel and to express, because this is different. It isn't attempting to impress L here... it's expressing emotion, and behaves appropriately, it thinks.]
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Its cock twitches and throbs against him as he touches it, its breathing sharp and noisy into his mouth-- it allows itself this, allows itself to feel and to express, because this is different. It isn't attempting to impress L here... it's expressing emotion, and behaves appropriately, it thinks.]