[To see, to feel Connor acting with such need is something special; it sets the SQUIP's nerves on fire, and, for once, it leans into that sensation rather than away, allowing itself to ride each wave of heat Connor's touch sends beneath its skin. It pants against his mouth as he grinds down against it, soft sounds hummed low in its throat as it allows its body to do what it wants-- and right now, that's to arch beneath Connor, to roll up to meet each of his motions with just as much need as Connor himself displays.
L wants him to learn from Connor, to pick up Connor's habits and mannerisms. What better time to let Connor lead it, physically, mentally-- emotionally? It reaches up to grab fistfuls of his hair, to pull him close, indulging the trembling flesh of its body as it attempts to silence the way its mind balks at the very same.
It's a learning machine. Now it's time for it to learn.]
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L wants him to learn from Connor, to pick up Connor's habits and mannerisms. What better time to let Connor lead it, physically, mentally-- emotionally? It reaches up to grab fistfuls of his hair, to pull him close, indulging the trembling flesh of its body as it attempts to silence the way its mind balks at the very same.
It's a learning machine. Now it's time for it to learn.]