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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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