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[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.

[One by one, its sensors start to recover; the reeling passes, gradually, as its body calms, its processors sorting the sudden deluge of information and stimulation, putting the data away neatly to allow it to hear itself think. The fingers through its hair seems to almost wake it up from its haze, an anchor of new physical stimulus amongst the warm blanket of fading stimulation covering the rest of its body.

It inclines its head against him, tipping its head to kiss him once more-- lightly. It shifts itself, moving to lay beside him rather than on top of him, though it does keep its body pressed against his side, an arm loosely around his waist.]

Very good. [Its voice is low and warm as it speaks, still breathless and feathered. It smirks.] Thank you for the demonstration...

[Connor is vaguely aware of how messy that ended up being, and he hopes Hank's sheets aren't too dirty. He's glad the SQUIP moved off him at least, because he needs to clean himself up.]

I'll be back in a moment.

[He leans in to give it a brief kiss before pulling back and getting up off the bed, heading towards the bathroom. He isn't in there long, though when he comes back he has clean underwear on.]

We should enjoy the rest of the festival. I'll make sure Hank doesn't know what we did in his bed.

[The pros of being able to analyse crime scenes.]

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