[ While they haven't been at this for too long, 9S finds himself deducting rather quickly why humans did this for pleasure, rather than for the sole purpose of reproduction. His nerves are on fire, shooting off message after message, and it seems they're far more sensitive when his servos continues the threat of overheating. He doesn't quite know what he is doing, or even what 2B is doing, but there's really no care behind it. All that matters is that this is a type of pleasure he's very quickly becoming obsessed with. ]
[ There's a whimper he nearly chokes on when 2B retracts her hand, but his gaze seems to follow where it's going. She takes to her own need, meeting his hand only briefly to coat her fingers in her heated, thick lubricant. 9S makes a sharp, cracked sort of gasp when that lubricant meets his need. ]
G...Good idea. Hah...
[ His smile is crooked, meek, and 9S can't help the way his cheeks color in realizing this is a safer option. Keeping his silicon flesh dry with so much friction could likely cause damage or discomfort, and the way her hands easily slide along his length brings about a strangely more satisfactory sensation. It's saved in his log, just as the rest of the information brought from this is. ]
[ There's no shortage of fluids on her end. How is it that she processed so much of it so quickly? Does that have to do with her arousal? Or is it mere efficiency of her model to avoid damage? 9S finds difficulty focusing, but his curiosity has his fingers pulling out from her entrance and sliding right back up to that bundle of nerves, working a pattern. ]
[ As her palm glides along what is defined as the glans, his hips jolt, something boiling in the pit of his chassis. The wiring in his gut seems to tighten as he slowly approaches something, but he isn't sure what it is. Much like 2B. All he knows is that he wants more, that his hips work on their own in grinding into her ministrations. 9S is content to be harsh, fast, which shows in his gestures until something... Changes in 2B's tone. ]
--!
[ He gasps, eyes locking to her features that are still hidden behind her visor. They're wide, wild yet curious. Her tone is so affectionate, so caring, and as she provides easier access from their strange angle of standing, he has to pause a moment. ]
[ 2B's lips are soft and welcoming as they meet with his own, and he's devoid of movement while his processors register what this is. A kiss. That's a known gesture with androids but not... Often done. Much like what they're doing now. Her hand is tight at his shoulder, her other hand still working him intently. 9S is capable of processing multiple things at once, but the shock causes latency of some kind. There's something kind about this, delicate, and when 9S closes his eyes and leans in to return the gesture? It's as if his mechanical heart melts. ]
[ 9S becomes lost in the kiss, feeling the entire world seem to fade to nothingness when he clings to her affection. He can't define what this feeling is, can't quite understand why such a feeling is occurring during their attempts at sexual activity. But it seems this has something to do with his hypothesis regarding whether or not humans conducted intercourse affectionately. ]
[ Does she... Love him? Is that what this is? ]
[ He whimpers into her lips, practically crushes his into hers as his free hand takes to the side of her face, slip into her hair to tangle his fingers there. His body pressed into hers, 9S takes his other hand to reach down and stop her ministrations in favor of something else. With a slide of his palm underneath her thigh, 9S seeks to lift her leg, to angle her closer so he might align his sex with her own. He knows what that is, he knows what their opposite genitals are for and where they go. Both of them do, and he finds his insatiable desire to make it happen. What's happening is not enough. 9S desperately seeks to be inside of her, to intertwine as one, and the hand at her cheek grasps his own need to align himself in preparation. ]
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[ There's a whimper he nearly chokes on when 2B retracts her hand, but his gaze seems to follow where it's going. She takes to her own need, meeting his hand only briefly to coat her fingers in her heated, thick lubricant. 9S makes a sharp, cracked sort of gasp when that lubricant meets his need. ]
G...Good idea. Hah...
[ His smile is crooked, meek, and 9S can't help the way his cheeks color in realizing this is a safer option. Keeping his silicon flesh dry with so much friction could likely cause damage or discomfort, and the way her hands easily slide along his length brings about a strangely more satisfactory sensation. It's saved in his log, just as the rest of the information brought from this is. ]
[ There's no shortage of fluids on her end. How is it that she processed so much of it so quickly? Does that have to do with her arousal? Or is it mere efficiency of her model to avoid damage? 9S finds difficulty focusing, but his curiosity has his fingers pulling out from her entrance and sliding right back up to that bundle of nerves, working a pattern. ]
[ As her palm glides along what is defined as the glans, his hips jolt, something boiling in the pit of his chassis. The wiring in his gut seems to tighten as he slowly approaches something, but he isn't sure what it is. Much like 2B. All he knows is that he wants more, that his hips work on their own in grinding into her ministrations. 9S is content to be harsh, fast, which shows in his gestures until something... Changes in 2B's tone. ]
--!
[ He gasps, eyes locking to her features that are still hidden behind her visor. They're wide, wild yet curious. Her tone is so affectionate, so caring, and as she provides easier access from their strange angle of standing, he has to pause a moment. ]
[ 2B's lips are soft and welcoming as they meet with his own, and he's devoid of movement while his processors register what this is. A kiss. That's a known gesture with androids but not... Often done. Much like what they're doing now. Her hand is tight at his shoulder, her other hand still working him intently. 9S is capable of processing multiple things at once, but the shock causes latency of some kind. There's something kind about this, delicate, and when 9S closes his eyes and leans in to return the gesture? It's as if his mechanical heart melts. ]
[ 9S becomes lost in the kiss, feeling the entire world seem to fade to nothingness when he clings to her affection. He can't define what this feeling is, can't quite understand why such a feeling is occurring during their attempts at sexual activity. But it seems this has something to do with his hypothesis regarding whether or not humans conducted intercourse affectionately. ]
[ Does she... Love him? Is that what this is? ]
[ He whimpers into her lips, practically crushes his into hers as his free hand takes to the side of her face, slip into her hair to tangle his fingers there. His body pressed into hers, 9S takes his other hand to reach down and stop her ministrations in favor of something else. With a slide of his palm underneath her thigh, 9S seeks to lift her leg, to angle her closer so he might align his sex with her own. He knows what that is, he knows what their opposite genitals are for and where they go. Both of them do, and he finds his insatiable desire to make it happen. What's happening is not enough. 9S desperately seeks to be inside of her, to intertwine as one, and the hand at her cheek grasps his own need to align himself in preparation. ]