[He enjoys the way it says his name, the way it tightens its fingers in his hair. He keeps sucking lightly until the SQUIP has ridden it out, and doesn't pull off it until it relaxes its grip.

Standing back up, he grips it by the hair and presses their lips together, sliding his tongue wetly across its own so it can swallow the mess it made. And then he moves to kiss by its ear, smiling. He wraps his arms around it and just leans against it, occasionally kissing at its neck, before stepping back to give it room to tuck itself back in again.]