[He moans helplessly into its mouth, toes curling into the sheets as it moves faster. It's a different kind of pleasure to what he's become accustomed to, and he likes it. He lets his tongue slide almost sloppily against the SQUIP's, feeling his thighs tightening and the heat building inside him.

He breaks the kiss to lay back against the pillows again, neck bared invitingly. He can't be marked; his skin isn't real even if it feels that way, and he's just plastic underneath it. But he wants to feel lips and teeth there.]