[ This can't possibly end well for either of their internal builds. It becomes heated enough to the point that the warnings start to become audible, soft beeping that continues in his head warning him of the high temperature. His nervous system burns, body trembling and jolting against her as his entire world seems to be distorted in their passion. ]
[ 9S' head is spinning, voice reduced to creating desperate sounds of whimpering and cries of pleasure the instant that bare hand takes to his need again. They mutually work each others' manufactured cores, and while 9S is no expert, he is a fast learner. He gauges her reactions, how certain gestures make her louder or cause her to lean closer. His digits sink in knuckle-deep as her nose presses into his own. ]
H...Ahh, shit.
[ That name. That name he so desperately clings to. It sounds like music dripping from her lips. 9S moans when she complies, shivers when she encourages him to keep going. ]
K...Keep--
Keep doing that. Don't sss...Don't stop.
[ 9S' maintain a thrusting gesture, only encouraged to do so when he feels her walls practically suckle on his fingers. The desire to provide an equal, if not greater amount of pleasure in return makes for him learning quickly an attainable goal. He hangs on to every breath, every begging word, all while he threatens to fall apart from mutual gestures. ]
[ His head tilts forward, tongue delicate in its gentle drag along her lower lip. Curious to taste her. To feel their breaths mesh and mold as one. ]
no subject
[ 9S' head is spinning, voice reduced to creating desperate sounds of whimpering and cries of pleasure the instant that bare hand takes to his need again. They mutually work each others' manufactured cores, and while 9S is no expert, he is a fast learner. He gauges her reactions, how certain gestures make her louder or cause her to lean closer. His digits sink in knuckle-deep as her nose presses into his own. ]
H...Ahh, shit.
[ That name. That name he so desperately clings to. It sounds like music dripping from her lips. 9S moans when she complies, shivers when she encourages him to keep going. ]
K...Keep--
Keep doing that. Don't sss...Don't stop.
[ 9S' maintain a thrusting gesture, only encouraged to do so when he feels her walls practically suckle on his fingers. The desire to provide an equal, if not greater amount of pleasure in return makes for him learning quickly an attainable goal. He hangs on to every breath, every begging word, all while he threatens to fall apart from mutual gestures. ]
[ His head tilts forward, tongue delicate in its gentle drag along her lower lip. Curious to taste her. To feel their breaths mesh and mold as one. ]