[ It's true. Their processes and systems are made primarily for combat, not... whatever this is. She can hear the warnings on 9S' end, and part of her wants to laugh... Though she's in no real position to. 2B's own servos are overheating, her body betraying her in its quest for more of the pleasure provided by 9S' fingers against her slit.
She feels like she could listen to him for days, the soft cries and gasps driving her half-mad for reasons she barely understands. For someone with little experience, he works her over deftly; even more lubricating fluid coats the insides of her legs, and 2B releases his length in order to cover her own fingers in it, if only to ease the slide and squeeze of her fingers around his shaft. The feeling of her own fluids slickening his cock is arousing in its own foreign way, and as such she makes sure to take her time running along the smooth, hot length of his need with her fingers.
2B makes a strangled noise as he pushes his fingers into her, his breath hot against her lips as she struggles to compose herself. ] Nnh, s-suddenly so demanding-- [ She chokes, and she almost pauses when she feels his tongue graze her lower lip. It takes her a moment to register what he's doing, but when she realizes, she feels something warm and painful bloom within the chassis of her torso, and the ache is sweeter than anything she's ever known. 2B doesn't meet him halfway immediately, but, eventually... ]
Oh, Nines... [ She half-murmurs, her voice hoarse. There's something undeniably affectionate in her voice as she says it, tilting her head to close the distance between their mouths. 2B slants her lips against his, her thighs parting in order to give him easier access while the hand she has placed upon his shoulder drops in order to assist its twin, gripping the base of his cock while the other redoubles its efforts. She feels close to something, though she hardly knows what it is; the feeling of his mouth against hers is all-encompassing, though, and commands every ounce of her attention. ]
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She feels like she could listen to him for days, the soft cries and gasps driving her half-mad for reasons she barely understands. For someone with little experience, he works her over deftly; even more lubricating fluid coats the insides of her legs, and 2B releases his length in order to cover her own fingers in it, if only to ease the slide and squeeze of her fingers around his shaft. The feeling of her own fluids slickening his cock is arousing in its own foreign way, and as such she makes sure to take her time running along the smooth, hot length of his need with her fingers.
2B makes a strangled noise as he pushes his fingers into her, his breath hot against her lips as she struggles to compose herself. ] Nnh, s-suddenly so demanding-- [ She chokes, and she almost pauses when she feels his tongue graze her lower lip. It takes her a moment to register what he's doing, but when she realizes, she feels something warm and painful bloom within the chassis of her torso, and the ache is sweeter than anything she's ever known. 2B doesn't meet him halfway immediately, but, eventually... ]
Oh, Nines... [ She half-murmurs, her voice hoarse. There's something undeniably affectionate in her voice as she says it, tilting her head to close the distance between their mouths. 2B slants her lips against his, her thighs parting in order to give him easier access while the hand she has placed upon his shoulder drops in order to assist its twin, gripping the base of his cock while the other redoubles its efforts. She feels close to something, though she hardly knows what it is; the feeling of his mouth against hers is all-encompassing, though, and commands every ounce of her attention. ]