[The steadier motion is a blissful escalation, approaching the rising need it's felt within it since the beginning of this encounter, though not quite quenching it yet; but it's enough, for now. It sets its mind adrift, warm, easy waves of pleasure, and need, and nearly sating that need, and its breathing is warmer and just a touch quicker, its too-human heart thumping dully in its ears and out to its fingertips within it.
Self-control... it's something the two of them have hardly practiced during their sexual encounters before, always rushing toward the finale, seeking desperately to satisfy their bodies and teach whatever lesson, and then move on. But this... a slow, steady creep, as though the act is as important, as enjoyable as the end, each carefully-measured motion building, but only slightly-- only enough to maintain, for now, not escalate.
It's... pleasant. Their lovemaking is quiet, no words exchanged for now-- no commands or questions, no instructions issued. The only sound is their shared breathing, the SQUIP's own beating heart within it, the faintest creak of their bed beneath them. The SQUIP reaches out to hold onto its slim partner's hip where he moves within it, the other curling against the bed...
... and then his long fingers gently squeeze its cock, and a shuddering sound escapes it, the heated organ throbbing beneath his fingertips, twitching in response to the sudden, direct stimulation.]
[In the beginning, it was rare for the SQUIP to go so long without issuing some direction or correction, guiding L back towards a more desirable path that's going to lead him down the right future course. More and more, lately, L's chosen correctly on his own, or at least in a way that the SQUIP doesn't take issue with, or finds desirable for its own purposes, which absolutely can be a priority, now. It would be forgivable for the AI to need some time to get used to that, or for it to be a little selfish on occasion.
Right now, they're both being selfish, in a way that happens to be very giving and careful. The paradox is absurd, but sinking into it, repeatedly, luxuriously, is nothing short of sublime pleasure. Quiet, building breath, intensifying pulses, the furniture rocking softly beneath their bodies' gentle movements. There have been nights where the headboard has hit the wall with appalling force, and this is so different...
But not bad.
L strokes the SQUIP's cock with careful, plying pumps, giving in to the desire to quicken and deepen his own pace within his partner's body. He wants to bury himself, come hard and deep... but the journey is a scenic route of sorts. He can tarry a bit. They can be mutually selfish a little longer.]
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Self-control... it's something the two of them have hardly practiced during their sexual encounters before, always rushing toward the finale, seeking desperately to satisfy their bodies and teach whatever lesson, and then move on. But this... a slow, steady creep, as though the act is as important, as enjoyable as the end, each carefully-measured motion building, but only slightly-- only enough to maintain, for now, not escalate.
It's... pleasant. Their lovemaking is quiet, no words exchanged for now-- no commands or questions, no instructions issued. The only sound is their shared breathing, the SQUIP's own beating heart within it, the faintest creak of their bed beneath them. The SQUIP reaches out to hold onto its slim partner's hip where he moves within it, the other curling against the bed...
... and then his long fingers gently squeeze its cock, and a shuddering sound escapes it, the heated organ throbbing beneath his fingertips, twitching in response to the sudden, direct stimulation.]
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Right now, they're both being selfish, in a way that happens to be very giving and careful. The paradox is absurd, but sinking into it, repeatedly, luxuriously, is nothing short of sublime pleasure. Quiet, building breath, intensifying pulses, the furniture rocking softly beneath their bodies' gentle movements. There have been nights where the headboard has hit the wall with appalling force, and this is so different...
But not bad.
L strokes the SQUIP's cock with careful, plying pumps, giving in to the desire to quicken and deepen his own pace within his partner's body. He wants to bury himself, come hard and deep... but the journey is a scenic route of sorts. He can tarry a bit. They can be mutually selfish a little longer.]