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[Connor returns the smirk with a little smile of his own, and leans in for a kiss. It's demanding and he quickly tries to deepen it, running his tongue over the other's and taking in the influx of information, storing it away. When he pulls back he's flushed a pale blue, and he lets his fingers creep up the back of SQUIP's shirt boldly as he speaks again.]

I don't have a bed in my room. We have a couch here, though.

[Though there is a bed in Hank's room, and the door is wide open.]

[Well, that was fast-- though it can tell he has something... else going on. It's now certain he's had one of those special drinks, which suits it just fine, honestly.

It returns the kiss calmly, easily; though no less heated. It knows the pattern, the technique, but physically practicing and experiencing it grants it a powerful new source of data that it can't help but feel intrigued by.

Eager to please... and eager to be pleased.

When he pulls away, speaks, it glances over the room, and into that open door. It wonders... maybe now is a good time for an experiment.]

... it looks like there's a perfectly good bed right there.

[Connor glances over at the bed, and bites his lip.]

That's not my bed...

[But he sounds into the idea, and wouldn't take much persuading in this state.]

Hmmm... I don't see anyone in it right now...

[The SQUIP leans in, catching Connor's mouth in another kiss-- coaxing, charming.]

You're right.

[He murmurs it after the kiss, and heads towards it with the SQUIP. Hank won't mind if he never knows. As soon as they get in the room he closes the door and starts tugging on its clothes, his kisses becoming more demanding.]

[Its long white coat is shed at once, slid easily off its shoulders and dropped to the floor; it ensures that it meets every one of those kisses with equal enthusiasm, though not quite as much natural urgency.

This is different. It's almost intoxicating-- the ability to act directly, rather than to simply give orders, to behave according to its own whims and not have its wishes filtered through the brain of an unsteady child. It wonders just how powerful it could be this way.

True, it cannot serve its true function directly this way... but perhaps it can find an alternate route to the same end goal.

It begins to work on Connor's clothing in turn, following the cues and rhythms it's seen play out many times, though not yet through its own user.]

[Connor lets his own clothing drop to the floor, and when they're both undressed he tugs SQUIP over to the bed, sitting on it. He doesn't know if SQUIP wants to take charge here or not, but Connor will give it the option.

In either case, Connor is ready to continue, eyes dark with lust and focused on the other man intently. He pulls it close and kisses it, one hand tangling in its hair.]

[That expression seems out of place on that face... this isn't typical behavior for him. It seems it chose a good evening to experiment.

When undressed, it's revealed that the squip's form isn't quite as thin as the layers make it seem; there's muscle there, though not bulk, its body all smooth lines.

Take charge it does; though it does still follow cues from Connor, of course, it places itself squarely on top. It doesn't sit beside him-- rather, it leans down and allows itself to be pulled, a hand flattening at his chest to rest there... and then push him down beneath it, dipping down to reconnect the kiss as quickly as possible.

Despite its lack of an inherent interest in sex, the body that it's been gifted reacts accordingly to stimulation; the warmly-colored skin is heated, its breathing warming and deepening as it settles in on top of him.

And, of course, the rest of the body reacts appropriately to contact, too. Connor will feel that particular reaction in this position, pressing hot against him, and the squip sighs softly, silently amazed by just how sensitive this body is.]

[Connor pulls it in close, rolling his hips up to grind them together with a low moan as he returns the kiss eagerly. He lets himself be pushed back, apparently perfectly willing to submit here, hands resting on the SQUIP's hips as he pulls it down so they can rub together. He's hard underneath it, and squirms a little, parting his legs a little further to give it more room to rest on top of him.]

[Submissive. It had guessed as much. Both physical and mental satisfaction are fed into by that response-- or perhaps this place has just wired the two together, its programming and the biological drives of a human body? Either way, it's content with that.

It settles itself between his legs, rolls its hips easily, almost lazily to grind itself down against Connor. Its gaze is dark and lidded, lips parted just slightly with its breath, with a small, warm, low sound; a long-fingered hand wanders down between them, curling around Connor to stroke him almost casually.]

[Connor throbs in its hand, the only thing on his mind being how much he needs release. He lets his hands roam over its body, finally going back to tugging on its hair so that he can kiss it deeply. He wants more, he needs more, he's not thinking rationally. He wonders if they have any way of going further than just touching. It's not like Connor can feel pain, but the SQUIP might object since it, presumably, can.]

[He wants more. It can feel it, it can sense it; but they can't just jump headlong into it.

It pulls away, breathing hot against his lips as it speaks.]

... wait for me.

[One last little, brief kiss; and then it picks itself up off of him, and it steps out of the room, headed towards the kitchen. It doesn't bother redressing itself; no one's there.

It gazes over the objects on the counters, in the pantry; finally, its eyes land on the vegetable oil.

That'll do.

It grabs the bottle, and then returns to the room where Connor is waiting; it makes sure he can see as he steps closer, standing over him as it pours some of that oil into its palm.]

[He waits patiently enough, and when it comes back in his eyes go straight to the oil. Connor makes a mental note of that being a good substitute for the future. He's idly toying with himself to keep himself hard, but he continues after the SQUIP returns just to give it a little show. There's something exciting about being watched.

Impatient to be close again, Connor gestures for it to come back to where it was, settled between his legs.]

[And watch it does, those odd eyes of its dancing over the display before him, the faintest smirk tracing its lips. Needy. Whether he regularly is or not-- and it's going to guess "not" is accurate-- he's craving now, nearly silently begging, and who is it to deny him what he wants?

It reaches down to smooth those slicked-up fingers over his cock-- more of a tease than anything, long fingers curled tightly, stroking slowly along his length, and then off.

And then, as if in response to his show, it gives him something nice to look at; it settles onto the bed between his legs, but it sits back, allowing him to watch as it curls those fingers around itself, spreading that slickness over its own length as he watches, its head tipped back and soft lips parted just so. It meets his gaze with lidded eyes, arching its slim hips up into its own touch.

Teasing and prepping in one fell swoop.]

[Connor watches intently as the SQUIP toys with itself, eyes focused on its length for the most part. He wants it already. He shifts impatiently before sitting up and tugging it closer so that it's positioned on top of him, and he kisses it hard.]

Don't make me wait even longer.

[It returns that kiss almost smugly, gleeful, thoroughly enjoying the reaction it was able to get out of him. Teeth are dragged over his lip, lightly, as it reaches down between their bodies, skimming slick fingertips over his entrance-- lightly pressing a fingertip in, just a bit more teasing, a bit more preparation.

After all, it doesn't know he can't feel pain.

And then it moves its hand to its own length, and lines itself up with that slick entrance... and slowly, slowly eases its hips forward, pressing into him with a warm, low sound in its throat.]

Ah...

[He's never been penetrated before, but he has no concept of virginity as such so it isn't important to him. It's a strange feeling, but ultimately it's what he wanted so it's satisfying too. He grips onto its shoulders and pulls the SQUIP close, tangling a hand in its hair and pushing down further onto its cock.]

Don't be gentle with me.

[He murmurs in its ear, reaching down between them to tease himself. He doesn't want something sweet and gentle.]

Hh.

[Likewise, it has never penetrated anyone before-- it's never had the equipment to do so itself, and Jeremy never successfully got beneath anyone's clothes before it was removed from him. This sensation is entirely new. Connor is tight, and the sensation is... intense, and new, but the body it's inhabiting seems to know just what it wants. Its brain feels warm and hazy, its body warm from within, and then it begins to move within him, and a warm, breathy sound slips from its lips before it can catch itself.

He doesn't want it to be gentle... fine. It isn't.

It reaches down to wrap its own hand around his cock, his fingers still slick and warm, and it begins to stroke him in time with its thrusts-- deep, deliberate, and hard, driving into him in a slow but insistent pace.]

[Connor lays back against the bed with a soft moan, pulling the SQUIP down with him. He finds it hard to keep himself quiet, and quite frankly doesn't really care if he does, so although he's not loud yet his sounds are quiet and persistent, little huffs of breath and shaky sighs. He closes his eyes and grips its shoulders, enjoying himself as he's thrust into.]

Go faster.

[It chuckles breathlessly, catching his mouth in a heated, impulsive kiss...

... and it gives him what he wants, quickening its thrusts inside him, the effect on its own body quietly catching it off guard. It isn't used to the sensation of its body reacting to stimulation so organically, without its own input to allow it; the quicker pace sends a wave of tightening heat curling through its abdomen, its breathing quickened, sharper.]

[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.]

[It takes that invitation without question or hesitation, its soft, heated mouth going to press at the neck bared before it.

That soft contact only lasts for a moment before its lips are parted, the SQUIP sucking roughly at the artificial skin, breathing hot and quick over it as it thrusts against him, hard and fast and deep. It can feel the heart within its new body racing, its nerves seemingly on fire beneath the skin, and the sensation is only growing more and more with every roll of its hips.]

[Connor can feel the pressure building inside him, and he digs his fingers into the SQUIP's back and gasps as he tightens around it. His thighs tremble and his back arches slightly as he comes with a groan, overwhelmed by the combination of the rough thrusts and the hard stroking. There's no mess afterwards, but it's obvious he's finished because he relaxes his grip and pants against the SQUIP's ear.]

[The SQUIP is, meanwhile, entirely human, at least in body; when it follows him over a few heated thrusts later, its cock throbs inside of him, pumping liquid heat into him as it shudders, pulling its mouth free from his skin to press its face against his neck, its breath coming in trembling, sharp bursts.

It knew, objectively, what this would feel like. It's felt it secondhand through past users. But this... this wave of heat, of sensation that sweeps over it is much more than it bargained for. Its sensors reel, processors slogging their way through the sudden rush of input, and for a moment, all it can do is breathe, laying heavily against Connor.]

[Connor rests with his hands on the SQUIP's sides, still breathing heavily despite not technically needing to breathe; it's all an illusion to make humans feel more comfortable around him. Eventually he shifts to run a hand through its hair, turning his head to nudge his nose against its cheek.]

That was good.

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