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[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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