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]

[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.]