[ In this particular position, he's essentially incapable of much movement. 2B, given her model, bears much more weight in artillery and equipment than he. So it's quite easy to be successfully cornered. But he's content, thrilled to be trapped by her. She could absolutely destroy him, and he would comply. Wouldn't fight it. Not when he simply just wants her to want him. ]
[ She says nothing. Simply exhales and that much is expected of her. 2B is a woman more of action than words, and god, god he wants that action directed on him. ]
[ 9S cannot put into words why there is something gratifying in her cutting off his oxygen bit by bit. Perhaps it could be argued that such a dangerous preference and curiosity is built in to his systems, complimenting 2B's main obligation. But if that were the case, he would never beg for his life as he has in the past. ]
[ Yet, somehow, that masochism is very much there. Now, at least. ]
Hhkkh--
[ The sound of labored breathing follows the tightening of her grip. 9S tilts his head, bites his lip yet again as air leaves him. His visuals start to glitch, suffer a latency that is kissed with fuzzy images that go in and out. His artificial skin prickles, a spike in his sensory processes that causes a throb through his entire being. Each pulse feeling like a tremor. It's exciting. ]
[ He wants to melt into 2B, to be nothing but hers. To give himself to her completely so he might never feel the pain of loneliness and fear ever again. It is in her grip, in her presence that he matters. ]
[ 9S has one remaining hand, and so he is at least able to assist in the swift removal of his uniform. His artificial heart pounds against his exposed chest. The silicon that shields his robotic skeleton is a glowing ivory, yet inconsistent in color with the grey panels that line along his hips and abdomen. His hand is trembling, but it manages to get the upper half off in her favor. Despite how it shakes, it reaches forward, curious when a gloved hand takes beneath her skirt, gripping her thigh. ]
no subject
[ She says nothing. Simply exhales and that much is expected of her. 2B is a woman more of action than words, and god, god he wants that action directed on him. ]
[ 9S cannot put into words why there is something gratifying in her cutting off his oxygen bit by bit. Perhaps it could be argued that such a dangerous preference and curiosity is built in to his systems, complimenting 2B's main obligation. But if that were the case, he would never beg for his life as he has in the past. ]
[ Yet, somehow, that masochism is very much there. Now, at least. ]
Hhkkh--
[ The sound of labored breathing follows the tightening of her grip. 9S tilts his head, bites his lip yet again as air leaves him. His visuals start to glitch, suffer a latency that is kissed with fuzzy images that go in and out. His artificial skin prickles, a spike in his sensory processes that causes a throb through his entire being. Each pulse feeling like a tremor. It's exciting. ]
[ He wants to melt into 2B, to be nothing but hers. To give himself to her completely so he might never feel the pain of loneliness and fear ever again. It is in her grip, in her presence that he matters. ]
[ 9S has one remaining hand, and so he is at least able to assist in the swift removal of his uniform. His artificial heart pounds against his exposed chest. The silicon that shields his robotic skeleton is a glowing ivory, yet inconsistent in color with the grey panels that line along his hips and abdomen. His hand is trembling, but it manages to get the upper half off in her favor. Despite how it shakes, it reaches forward, curious when a gloved hand takes beneath her skirt, gripping her thigh. ]