oh mr. backwards, don't you know? (Closed)

[fromjapan]

Who: The SQUIP and Niles
When: July 3
Where: Magic class, and elsewhere
What: Niles and the SQUIP experiment with Bonds.
Warnings: None yet, but that will almost definitely change.



[Magic is an aspect of life here that the SQUIP still finds itself unsure about. Though it was identified as a Witch upon arrival, it hasn't practiced much magic outside of the classes...

... though within class itself, it's shown a marked talent with it, particularly Divination. While it's unclear exactly how much of its talent is it making use of its inherent abilities and how much is actual magic, it still learns new skills with remarkable ease-- being a machine helps.

Today, it tries relying primarily on its magic-- an experiment, and one that goes well for it. When it leaves class, it seems pleased with itself, hands tucked into the pockets of its white coat, chin tipped back as it carefully listens to the conversation around it, marking down every interesting detail it makes out.

It's aware that it's being watched. It glances sidelong at the person responsible, the edge of its mouth drawing up.

It sees you, Niles.]

Comments

[cyclopticsadist]

[He feels the jump under his fingers more than he sees a reaction. Good poker face this one. As for his answer, not a virgin, but 'several' sounds like a number he can count on one hand.]

Well then let me warn you I'm likely going to be testing your limits. [He yanks harshly down on the Squip's pants and cups him through its underwear. The squeeze is a threat and a promise.]

Do you have a word to use in case you need to tap out?

[fromjapan]

[The sudden, sharp gesture of Niles pulling down its pants doesn't phase it... though the warm contact, the squeezing of his fingers there does manage to earn a reaction, though it's subtle. Its expression remains largely the same, if shifting to seem mildly puzzled by the sudden gesture; but, again, the human body that it wears betrays it, the slightest jolt of its well-built chest, the slightest hint of blood moving to flush its bronze skin as it gazes evenly at him.

And, beneath his fingers, its body responds, a heated swell beginning to grow there with his touch.]

If you think that will be necessary... what about "intel"?

[cyclopticsadist]

[Niles' hand works smoothly and skillfully to encourage its growing arousal.]

With me it's always necessary. Mine is 'release'. [With the practical stuff out of the way it's time to get started. One hand still gently massaging the Squip's balls, Niles shoves him backwards onto the bed and immediately climbs up to straddle it. Bringing his face down close over its neck, hot breath and lips ghosting over the skin there, he asks one more question.]

Do you think you're ready?

[fromjapan]

[That touch, that careful contact has a very noticeable effect on it; though it's doing a fairly good job of keeping itself quiet and keeping its expression calm, the quickly growing tent of its underthings is a very clear indication that it's more than a little bit sensitive to touch.

And then it's being shoved, and it goes over easily-- Niles seems to need to feel like he has control, like he is leading the encounter, and their Bond, muted as it may be when compared to a true Bond, does nothing to conceal that fact from it. And it allows him that. It does, after all, need experience, and it seems that Niles is offering it a unique experience indeed.

It smirks slightly at him; the Bond shares its cool confidence clearly, its curiosity that spurs it on, and it inclines its head, arching beneath him, spreading its body out beneath him in a display of submission.

It believes that's what Niles expects of it.]

Let's get started.

[cyclopticsadist]

Wonderful.

[Permission given, Niles finally slips his hand underneath it's underwear. His fingers trace over the head of its cock and his thumb toys with the slit. At the same time he kisses up the Squip's neck, letting his teeth scrape gently at the skin there with every other press of his lips.

But Niles isn't after total submission. His free hand takes the Squip's wrist and guides his hand up into his hair, just behind one of his ears. This was a lesson after all, and Niles is a big believer in hands on education.]

[fromjapan]

[Ah. It knows this. Connor seemed to like the same. It curls its long fingers into his hair, grasping him tightly there and tugging at the scalp; the attention to its cock, meanwhile, earns Niles a little twitch of the heated skin beneath his fingers, a subtly too-quick inhale of breath.

It arches beneath him, pushing into the touch; its free hand moves to brush over Niles's body, exploring his muscular core and the heat beneath his skin... and then it seeks lower, reaching to return the favor, its hand brushing over Niles through his pants.]

[cyclopticsadist]

[Niles nibbles gently, teasingly at the skin just under hinge of the Squip's jaw. Not enough to hurt, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to pinch a little. Enough that Niles could feel the gradual acceleration of its pulse under his lips. He hums in approval at its movements, and grinds his hips down against the light touch. There's a bulge there, a weight to it, but he's still pliable, soft enough that the constraint of his pants and underwear are tantalizing as opposed to restrictive.

As a reward of sorts, Niles finally wraps his hand around its shaft properly. He strokes in time to the little twitches he can feel under his fingers. Up, with his thumb swiping over the head between each pulse, then down to the base for a quick squeeze as another pump of blood fills its growing erection.]

[fromjapan]

[The rhythmic strokes, falling in perfect time with the heated beating of the blood within its ears, has it stiffening quickly beneath Niles's fingers, that pulse beneath his lips quickening a bit further, the SQUIP's lips parting just slightly with its quickened breath.

And the pinching of his teeth earns him something approaching voice, the smallest, warm peak of it from the back of its throat.]

Hn.

[Its fingers curl around the warm bulge within Niles's pants, finding the shape of it and stroking over it heatedly. The fingers in his hair, meanwhile, curl even more tightly, pulling him close against its neck, encouraging his kisses and even the bites further.]

[cyclopticsadist]

[Niles gladly obliges the Squip's implied request. He starts with a single, much harsher bite right to the center of the column of its neck. He leaves a deep red impression of his teeth there then backs off. He returns to short tender kisses then vacillates unpredictably between sweet and sharp, searching out the pattern and pressure that pulls the most reactions from his partner. Each noise he draws out of it he celebrates and encourages with an extra firm stroke and an answering low hum of his own.

The Squip's hand on him is very soon not enough, and as Niles breaks away from it to lean back and unfasten his own pants, he speaks.]

Tell me, with your near infinite knowledge, why do humans have sex?

[He swoops back down, lining up his now bare cock with the Squip's and taking both of them together in one hand. It's hot flesh pulses against his own but he resists the urge to rut, opting instead to decelerate ever so slightly, giving it the chance to answer his question. His hand squeezes them together with long, languid strokes.]