[Connor presses close as they kiss, taking in a shuddering breath as he feels how tight the SQUIP is around his finger. He only adds the other once he’s slid the other in and out a few times, and once both fingers are inside it he curves them, pads of his fingers searching for that specific spot to make it writhe.

His lips soon move back down to the SQUIP’s throat, where he starts to suck and bite at the skin roughly, possessively even. Not that he would think about taking it away from L, nor does he want to- but right now, in this moment, the SQUIP is his, and he wants to mark it accordingly.]