[The sudden softness of the SQUIP's mouth, combined with the intrusion of its tongue into L's own, suggests a prelude to the promised agenda. He curls and presses back, tongue sliding over and around the SQUIP's, and while L can be a bristly and cantankerous presence, mercurial and finicky and more than willing to express as much in various degrees of tetchiness and withering judgment, that's stripped away in these moments in favor of something far more tender. L's not trying to tear something apart or expose its essential pieces, nor is he trying to wrap himself in a protective coat of barbed wire. He's flesh, and feeling, and next to the machine in his bed who cares for him so deeply that it merited words and caresses? He is almost human.
If L is vulnerable, the SQUIP is just as much so. If L is being accessed in these moments, he is accessing the SQUIP far more, plugging into its body, joining and connecting and manipulating sensation for a mutually desired result. As the SQUIP's breath mingles with his, L's fingers stroke and twist, then very gradually withdraw. He shifts to position the blunt head of his member at the threshold.
He waits, for just a moment, denying himself the immediate gratification. Rushing and begging and breaking are all fully human, and L is not ready for them, yet.]
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If L is vulnerable, the SQUIP is just as much so. If L is being accessed in these moments, he is accessing the SQUIP far more, plugging into its body, joining and connecting and manipulating sensation for a mutually desired result. As the SQUIP's breath mingles with his, L's fingers stroke and twist, then very gradually withdraw. He shifts to position the blunt head of his member at the threshold.
He waits, for just a moment, denying himself the immediate gratification. Rushing and begging and breaking are all fully human, and L is not ready for them, yet.]