[The cot complains under the added stress and harder pace, a warning popping up on Connor's interface about its integrity that he doesn't bother dismissing. He doesn't even read it.
His sensors are overwhelming his processor, a flood of positive feedback, pleasure, more pleasure than he thought was possible. It's unlike anything he's experienced before and it almost feels like his body is responding autonomously, arching, hips rocking to meet Alucard's. Another warning pops up about his core temperature rising despite how heavily he's breathing, but he barely notices it, groaning Alucard's name loudly as he squeezes his hand.]
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His sensors are overwhelming his processor, a flood of positive feedback, pleasure, more pleasure than he thought was possible. It's unlike anything he's experienced before and it almost feels like his body is responding autonomously, arching, hips rocking to meet Alucard's. Another warning pops up about his core temperature rising despite how heavily he's breathing, but he barely notices it, groaning Alucard's name loudly as he squeezes his hand.]