[ 2B thinks he looks more lovely than ever like this, and her brow furrows slightly as she gets caught up in watching him. Her expression is halfway between captivation and sorrow, and she prays and dreads leaving bruises along his neck in equal measure. She feels him, breakable and small in her hands as his pulse shudders, his processes struggling to maintain stasis within his core as she robs them of oxygen. He throbs against her hand the longer he goes without oxygen, and 2B can't help but marvel.
It's almost as if he was created to fall to her. The thought pains 2B as much as it arouses her. 9S, similarly, seems to get off on the lack of control, and the ecstasy on his face reassures her that this is alright, that he wants this as badly as she does.
She knows she's going to kill him, sooner rather than later. Command clued her in on his coming to realize the truth about the moon colony, though the storm had broken all contact between them and her. 2B knows that the kill command is inevitable, and yet...
The hand gripping his cock-- can it even be called that?-- through his pants begins to tear at the fabric insistently, eager to feel 9S throb and pulsate in her hand as he pulls her closer. He feels impossibly hot, and when she speaks, her voice is hoarse. ]
Your servos will seize at this rate.
[ It's slightly scolding, but she means every word. When he speaks again, her breath catches, tapering into a soft, slow exhale before she speaks again. How is it that his words hurt the way they do? ]
No... You don't deserve it. [ And yet, the grip she has on his throat tightens again. She's grateful for her visor, as he can't see the pain that clouds her eyes. ] I'm going to break you because you want it.
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It's almost as if he was created to fall to her. The thought pains 2B as much as it arouses her. 9S, similarly, seems to get off on the lack of control, and the ecstasy on his face reassures her that this is alright, that he wants this as badly as she does.
She knows she's going to kill him, sooner rather than later. Command clued her in on his coming to realize the truth about the moon colony, though the storm had broken all contact between them and her. 2B knows that the kill command is inevitable, and yet...
The hand gripping his cock-- can it even be called that?-- through his pants begins to tear at the fabric insistently, eager to feel 9S throb and pulsate in her hand as he pulls her closer. He feels impossibly hot, and when she speaks, her voice is hoarse. ]
Your servos will seize at this rate.
[ It's slightly scolding, but she means every word. When he speaks again, her breath catches, tapering into a soft, slow exhale before she speaks again. How is it that his words hurt the way they do? ]
No... You don't deserve it. [ And yet, the grip she has on his throat tightens again. She's grateful for her visor, as he can't see the pain that clouds her eyes. ] I'm going to break you because you want it.