It’s a very trial and error process. Some combos do nothing; others make him move, quiver, vocalize. Up-right-right-circle, and his legs wrap around you. Up-up-square-square and each button press makes his head whip upward. R1+L1+Left, and he starts singing in a chiptune voice that it doesn’t seem like he can help, but he’s too far gone to care. You lose track of what’s what as you try combo after combo. Some make him touch you, grabbing at your chest or gripping your thighs; others make him vibrate harder or softer; one makes him let out an ear-piercing metallic screech.
You’re so lost in his body, so obsessed with finding each combo that you can barely hear him pleading through the static “Oh, darling,” he’s begging, “make me cum, please, please, I’m so close…”
You abandon the combo-searching to focus on the joysticks, now twiddling both of them simultaneously. You watch him get closer, closer, his arms snaking up your back, and all he can feel is the controller, the double signals running through him in just the right way, and starts calling your name, over and over and over.