I Was Stagnant and Idle [Closed]

[hearthebell]

Who: The SQUIP and L
When: Juril 28
Where: The Coven, and then the SQUIP's house in the Haven
What: Witch-Witch Bonding and then moving in together, this represents a huge and promising step... as well as a touch of buyer's remorse once the realities of this particular union start to set in.
Warnings: Mentions of sex, being a little bit inappropriate with some apples.



[As ceremonies went, the one Bonding the SQUIP and L was actually shockingly normal and standard. So much that the presiding Witch had seemed a little concerned about it, asking several times if they were sure they didn't have a little more to say about what being Bonded meant to them, if there was anything more to their vows to each other since they had decided to take this very important step together. Perhaps something sentimental?

The affirmation from L, following a blank stare that was somehow just as coldly analytical as the actual machine next to him, was that it was hardly necessary when the desire was mutual. What we said was sufficient, wasn't it?

Technically, yes, it had been. The ceremony was completed, and just like that, they were part of a functional pair again, and some semblance of balance in the universe was restored. But it was a new kind of balance, and a more complicated one that they'd both need to grow accustomed to... and that feeling starts to descend in earnest when they've returned to the SQUIP's home in the Haven, with L's meager possessions under his arm in a small satchel.]

I'll require a place to sleep.

[Not immediately, maybe not for the next day or two, but eventually.]

Additionally, if you don't already have ice cream stocked, one of us needs to purchase some at the next available opportunity.

Comments

[fromjapan]

[It sees and hears and feels his intentions, the things L intends to see and do; and while they certainly aren't its typical choice of positioning, allowing a partner to truly have control, it is more than accustomed to letting one think that they are.

L will find no objection to his hurried leading-- if anything, it seems to try to aid him, rolling its shoulders to help in the removal of its shirt, pushing its hips away from the wall to aid in further disrobing it.

If he wants to try to dominate it, it would be very interested in seeing just how he fares.]

[hearthebell]

[It seems like the kind of thing that does need to be learned, practiced to the point where it really does come as a second nature to lead someone to bed with ultimate confidence, poised and conviction. L is still rather in the phase where he doesn't feel like desiring another human carnally is something he's allowed to do, much less act on it; unlearning that attitude will require some guidance, for sure.

For now, it's enough to know that there isn't any mire to wade through for him to determine if the SQUIP will even let him try. That's cleared up. The path is straight, and cleared of debris, and the SQUIP's shirt will need ironing later as it crumples to the floor and L's long fingers smooth down the sides of its torso before gliding back up to press against its pecs. He follows the SQUIP's advice and doesn't speak as tension builds and heat rises... but fortunately, he has a body that's expressive enough. It's difficult to hide when everything is pared down to essentials.]

[fromjapan]

[Expressive enough indeed. Not that it comes as any surprise, considering their Bond; still, it smirks at his very noticeable reaction to it, arching its trim, well-trained body into his touch as much as it can, pressed as it is between him and the wall.

It catches his lip between its teeth, biting down just enough to sting, and it feels that jolt of red across their Bond; it occurs to it that sex while sharing a Bond may be even more intense than sex on its own, and that fact excites and fascinates it. It's very curious to see just how the more... intimate acts will feel when shared, effectively doubled through their shared Bond.

It thinks to him that they should move to the bedroom... unless he wants to take it right here against the wall. It arches beneath him, pushing its hips against his, humming a warm sound low in its throat.]

[hearthebell]

[Is training even necessary when one is created for a purpose, and (presumably) a physical manifestation in a place like Geardagas mirrors that purpose? Of course the SQUIP's human body would be attractive, effortlessly cool, the sculpted ideal of a male form in the context of its era, the zeitgeist.

The primal instinct L feels is one he is unfortunately unable to act on, at least not as he is. A natural progression would be carrying his partner to bed, but though the SQUIP isn't massive, it is still carrying more mass than L's spindly frame, in the form of dense and lithe muscle. L has to rely on other means than sheer strength, but he has an advantage, in the sense that it's not exactly new to him. Even the ways he does happen to excel physically rely on traits like agility and creativity, rather than raw muscle alone.

The SQUIP's bite is perfectly calibrated, exactly the right amount to feel that crimson streak slicing and then bleeding deliciously into a warmer flush. The same thought, both as a result of their Bond and independent of it, is occurring to L; will sex be more intense? The climax more thrilling? Or will it actually be to a level where the sensation is cacophonous and he is begging for relief in ways other than just achieving orgasm?

He is the user. He issues commands, and so he thinks of it in those terms. A line of code that his lips half-form, and even that isn't necessary, because he's visualizing what it would look like on a screen, and he knows that the SQUIP can see it too.]

$ mv SQUIP bed/

[fromjapan]

[The SQUIP is, for a moment, unsure of whether L's chose way of issuing that command is more witty or presumptuous; it settles for a mix of the two, the edge of its catlike smile curling as it gazes darkly up at him. Either way, it obeys the command, whether because of its format or simply because it was what it wanted to do anyway-- the answer is unclear, even over the Bond.

Mostly because that's exactly how the SQUIP wants it to be.

It pulls away, slipping from the place L has it pinned against the wall to make its way to their bedroom; it catches his hand along the way, leading him behind it.

Once there, it drops his hand, moving to the bed to drop itself atop the sheets, an easy drape of its toned form to contrast L's typical uncertain crawl. And, from there, it waits for him, smirking that same knowing smirk at him from the mattress, allowing its partner to make the first move-- welcoming him to be the one to set the pace, to choose how their evening will play out.

It's feeling accommodating today.]

[hearthebell]

[Presumptuous. Isn't it the definition of "confidence," the idea that you couldn't possibly fail, and so it's not even a notion worth entertaining? It's a lot to believe in when one is relying on consensual sex from another reasoning being with a will of its own, but the benefit of a Bond rather is that some things, really, can be presumed. In fact, it would be insulting to both of them if presumptions were not made and acted on with that supreme compliments.

He twines his fingers with the SQUIP's as they go, his grip firm, making unconscious adjustments based on the nanocomputer's silent feedback through their Bond. None of it is unnatural to him, just something he's never done, something that has to be worn and grooved into his grey matter before he thinks of it first.

The challenge is present and clear. He's going to learn how to dominate and effectively top another male body.

He peels his own shirt off, tossing it over the back of a chair before joining the SQUIP, crawling forward, wedging a sharp knee between the machine's thigh as he nudges it back against the pillows with another deep kiss.]

[fromjapan]

[A strong start. Stronger than previous ones, at least; L works the best with a clear end goal and direction, and never is that more clear than in situations like this.

It allows itself to be pushed back; his behavior is fine enough so far, deliberate and confident enough that it feels no need to intervene or direct just yet. A little surge of heat dances across the Bond as L wedges that knee between its thighs, a little, warm indication that its body approves of the gesture; the way it arches up against the contact makes that even more clear, the smallest of warm sounds hummed into the kiss.

It leans into the kiss, fingers going to catch at the back of L's neck, the other hand going to his narrow hips where heated skin is exposed just above the waist of his pants.]

[hearthebell]

[There's a distinct undercurrent at work, here. It's not quite inauthentic, but it's certainly artificial, and really, isn't that to be expected? L's Bonded is, of course, inherently artificial, along with all the knowledge it imparts. It can't teach L how to love, or feel, or want, but it can teach him how to socially manipulate, maybe even as well as Light Yagami.

It's possible that some twisted version of missing Light is what inspires L to fill a void he never felt the need to before. The lack of a handler is the obvious reason, but where L had the experience, the savant-like ability to excel in his field... Light had the charisma and charm on top of the cleverness. It benefitted him in spades, and who wouldn't want that, especially after seeing how it was possible in someone so similar to himself.

No, this is safe. It's not real; it's practice. No one is here to witness the attempts and fumbles except L and a machine. He suspects that if the man he's currently thinking of was present, it would be very different. The thought alone is intrusive and feels inadvertently voyeuristic; L tries to push it from his mind, especially knowing that the SQUIP has probably noticed it.

He dips and leans, bringing their bodies nearly flush. The exception is hips that hover, a more dextrous hand grasping and kneading at the SQUIP's groin while the other works open its fly. Perhaps because the level of intimacy is so much more intense with the Bond influencing and informing his actions and thoughts alike, the contact between their lips falters, and he instead nuzzles against the side of the SQUIP's neck, focusing the attention of his mouth at the sensitive flesh there. Closing his eyes brings a sense of relief, and sharpens his awareness of the physical sensations that grow and swell between them. He experiences it from two perspectives, and that will take some getting used to.]