[ It seems that the act of discovery initiates quick. 9S continues to be cornered, pressed hard against the wall as 2B seeks to keep the upper-hand. She can have it. All of it. 9S can't help the rush in knowing that the idea of being roughly handled by his partner excites him beyond words. Such an odd thing to be into, and 9S hadn't expected himself to have such preferences. ]
[ Her hand begins to clench around his neck, prompting a sharp inhale through his nose as he straightens against her. His grip around her wrist tightens, and 2B is not mistaken when she feels that he's pulling at her wrist in order to press that hand into his neck. ]
[ 9S is not much for stoicism, but he wears it now. The analytical part of him ceases any nervousness that could perhaps delay any of this. He wants to feel something, experience being touched by 2B. Ruined by her. Nothing comes to mind that properly explains why he feels this way. ]
[ There may be only brief hesitation in his response, however, but his bashfulness is hidden only in minor silence. 9S keeps a straight look on his face, lips in a fine line despite the way his cheeks dust a darker shade of pink. There's a sudden spark in his eye, a deviousness that hadn't been there previously. Yet a perk of his brow carries innocence, an attempt at looking harmless when he hardly knows what he is doing. 9S deliberately rolls into her knee, both out of need and a curiosity as to what that action might bring. An unexpected sense of friction has his lips briefly twitching, eyes glowing. ]
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[ Her hand begins to clench around his neck, prompting a sharp inhale through his nose as he straightens against her. His grip around her wrist tightens, and 2B is not mistaken when she feels that he's pulling at her wrist in order to press that hand into his neck. ]
[ 9S is not much for stoicism, but he wears it now. The analytical part of him ceases any nervousness that could perhaps delay any of this. He wants to feel something, experience being touched by 2B. Ruined by her. Nothing comes to mind that properly explains why he feels this way. ]
[ There may be only brief hesitation in his response, however, but his bashfulness is hidden only in minor silence. 9S keeps a straight look on his face, lips in a fine line despite the way his cheeks dust a darker shade of pink. There's a sudden spark in his eye, a deviousness that hadn't been there previously. Yet a perk of his brow carries innocence, an attempt at looking harmless when he hardly knows what he is doing. 9S deliberately rolls into her knee, both out of need and a curiosity as to what that action might bring. An unexpected sense of friction has his lips briefly twitching, eyes glowing. ]
Unit... 2B.