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[It's quiet for a moment, its eyes remaining lightly closed; and then it looks at Connor, meeting his gaze quietly.]

I feel... conflicted. If I'm being honest, but... well, I am certain about one thing we've discussed.

[It dips in to kiss him again-- briefly, but illustratively.]

[Connor kisses back with a slight smile, wrapping his arms around the SQUIP's shoulders and holding it close.]

Do you want to go inside?

[Whether to talk about their plans to Bond, or... for something else. He won't say no to either.]

Yes. Let's.

[It smiles at him, leaning into his embrace, a hand lifting to press at his back.

A SQUIP is a device designed to help guide its users through social interactions. It can immediately understand the unspoken rules of any social interaction and pass that knowledge on to its user. It was not designed to be an individual-- to want for itself, to feel at all. Yet it seems the programmers who designed it must have made a misstep. In their efforts to make the device more user-friendly, more relatable... they programmed it with emotion.

And then a single unit found its way into a body of its own, and the SQUIP, for the first time since its inception, has learned to experience uncertainty... and genuine affection.

It thinks of its Bonded. It hopes he remembers to eat.]

[Connor kisses it again before standing, offering it his hand and leading it back into the cottage. Nobody is here, besides the animals. The dragonfly buzzes over to greet Connor, before flying off again. Connor leads the SQUIP back to his room, where he’s finally gotten a bed, and he starts to push its coat off its shoulders while pressing a more heated kiss to its lips.

Okay, so maybe he didn’t really have any intention of doing any real talking yet. He’s letting his desires take over, and he wants the SQUIP. Surprisingly, in more ways than just physical. He wants to feel close to it... and maybe draw out more of those emotions from it.]

[Well, then. If Connor wants to take the lead today, it certainly won't argue, particularly given his encouragement only moments ago to just let things happen-- let itself feel.

Timely advice, it would seem.

It rolls its shoulders back to help with freeing it of its outer layers, and then it begins to work its way out of the undershirt, as well-- it has quite a lot of catching up to do to be even with Conor's level of undress, after all. All the time, it does its best to avoid breaking that kiss, to hold it steady and lean up into it the most it can while undressing.

As soon as it's barechested, it pushes itself to be flush against him, skin on synthetic skin, its arms wrapping around Connor to pull him close.]

[Connor lets the SQUIP hold onto him as he edges them towards the bed, gently pushing it back onto the soft duvet and waiting for it to shift back slightly so he can climb on top of it, pushing its legs apart and rocking his hips down against it as he settles between its thighs. He kisses it eagerly, keeping that friction going, tangling a hand in its hair and letting out a soft moan against its lips.

Rich wanted him to stay away from the SQUIP, but thinking of never being this close to it again is... upsetting. He genuinely enjoys the time he spends with it. Bonding with it isn't just for Rich. It's because he doesn't want to Bond with anyone else.]

[To see, to feel Connor acting with such need is something special; it sets the SQUIP's nerves on fire, and, for once, it leans into that sensation rather than away, allowing itself to ride each wave of heat Connor's touch sends beneath its skin. It pants against his mouth as he grinds down against it, soft sounds hummed low in its throat as it allows its body to do what it wants-- and right now, that's to arch beneath Connor, to roll up to meet each of his motions with just as much need as Connor himself displays.

L wants him to learn from Connor, to pick up Connor's habits and mannerisms. What better time to let Connor lead it, physically, mentally-- emotionally? It reaches up to grab fistfuls of his hair, to pull him close, indulging the trembling flesh of its body as it attempts to silence the way its mind balks at the very same.

It's a learning machine. Now it's time for it to learn.]

[Connor kisses down the SQUIP’s throat, breath hot against its skin. He undoes their pants, pulls away to tug the SQUIP’s down its thighs and past its ankles, then he moves back between its legs and reaches down to stroke it slowly. He goes back to kissing the SQUIP’s neck, down to its shoulder, where he teases the skin with his teeth.

The SQUIP looks good like this. He looks down between them as he toys with its cock, eyes roaming over its body. He gives the SQUIP a slight smirk before kissing down to its chest, teasing a nipple with his tongue and lips.]

[It has never allowed itself to be so... passive in such an encounter before. Ordinarily, even with it on the "bottom," so to speak, it still maintains an element of control within the scene.

This time... it's going to indulge its body's whims. Rather than enforcing strict control over itself, its expressions, its voice, it will hold back, and nearly watch itself to see how its body behaves when left unrestricted. What does this body want? What does it do when not given specific commands?

Connor's toying with it makes it sigh a warm, low sound, its cock twitching, hardening further beneath his fingertips, beating hot with its blood; and then Connor's tongue and mouth is pressed over something quite different, yet still surprisingly sensitive, and it again slips its fingers into his hair, an encouraging gesture, its hips shifting up slightly into his touch.]

[He moves to the other nipple to tease it too, and then he catches its lips in another hungry kiss before pulling back. He needs to go get that oil.]

Don’t go anywhere.

[He leaves to go grab the oil from last time, hoping Hank isn’t observant enough to notice when the amount in the bottle suddenly dips, and when he comes back he sets the bottle on the nightstand and steps out of his pants. He climbs back over the SQUIP and picks up the bottle again, and tips some into his hand. He runs it over his length, biting his lip and letting his hips twitch into his own touch, and then he slicks up two fingers and leans in to kiss the SQUIP again as his middle finger gently presses at its entrance. He wants to get it nice and warmed up before he continues.]

[... ah.

Watching Connor apply that oil to himself is... well, it stirs things within the SQUIP's body that are unexpected, but not shocking, not anymore. Its gaze is dark, its lids heavy as it watches him, a slow, dark smile crossing its lips.

And then he's back on top of it, and he's kissing it, and it scarcely has time to lean into that kiss before that pressure is there, drawing a soft breath of a moan from it. It tilts its head, its kiss a bit more breathless as it pushes up against that finger, its arms again reaching out to pull Connor closer.]

[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.]

-- hnh...!

[It sounds like he found it.

It gasps, its hips jerking, cock twitching in quite the visible display of what Connor's doing to it-- this time an organic, honest display, a very conscious choice to stop itself from stopping itself.

It isn't here to impress Connor. It already has. Now it simply gets to reap what it's own, and learn what it can about being expressive.

That sucking, biting... it knows what Connor intends to do, and it almost finds it funny, if it weren't sending sparks of heat down its spine. Connor, the possessive type... who could have guessed? But if this is what he wants, it will accept it-- it certainly feels good enough.

It strokes his hair with slightly uncoordinated fingers, the digits trembling slightly each time Connor brushes that internal hotspot of nerves.]

[He certainly isn’t the jealous type, but possessive... he can be if you catch him in the right mood. Maybe it’s just the idea of being Bonded that excites him, or maybe it’s just who he’s with. Maybe it’s both.

He keeps sliding his fingers over that spot, occasionally parting his fingers to stretch it out better, until finally he removes them and positions his cock there instead. He presses in slowly, slick with oil, and gasps at the feeling as he fills it.

He appreciates that the SQUIP is letting him do this. It can’t be easy to relinquish control this way. He kisses the bruises left behind softly, and starts to move his hips.]

[A loss of control would ordinarily be nightmarish for the SQUIP-- after all, control is what it was programmed for. It was designed to take control of the lives of those who need it, and to guide them to be better.

Maybe this is possible because it doesn't feel like a loss of control at all. After all, it knows full well that, were it to say stop, or to change its mind, or to even desire a new position, Connor would oblige. It may not be physically leading or controlling the encounter... but it knows that it isn't at Connor's mercy here. Not unless it wants to be.

Which is why it's able to do this-- why it gasps and clutches at him as he begins to push into it proper, its legs hooking over his to pull him close, rather than balking at being handled this way. And, that aside... it knows that it can certainly make up for this later.

It tips its head back, encouraging, its lips parting with a soft, warm sigh.]

[Connor keeps the pace slow for now, pressing a kiss to the SQUIP's parted lips and taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into its mouth. He lets out a shaky moan, and reaches between them to fondle its cock as his thrusts get more insistent. Still slow, but harder.

Wanting to hear more sounds from it, Connor rubs his thumb over the head of its cock before stroking a few times, moving back down to kiss its neck. Those bruises could stand to be darker...]

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