[ It doesn't take being a Scanner model to catch on quick-- All androids have to be versatile and able to adapt in certain ways. So there isn't any shock to 2B catching on quick. She seems so absorbed in his reactions, keen to get the best one, and 9S isn't sure if that's the reason he's so flustered and sensitive in this very moment. His mouth drops, exhaling heavier breaths when he feels his internals spike in heat. Those warnings are already there, and he can only offer sharp puffs of air in hopes of cooling himself down preemptively.
What he feels is not unlike how it had felt inside of her. Past her folds and nestled between wet, pulsing mock-flesh that seemed to caress his need. 2B's lips and tongue seem to do much the same, though the suction is gratifying in a different way. He feels his crown tap the very wall of her throat, hot and inviting despite how invasive it must be. Coupled with the stroke of her hand, he finds himself incapable of balance. ]
Hhnn--!
[ His head rolls back a moment, another sharp inhale and exhale desperately trying to keep him cool. 9S moans into the dark, perplexed by the sensations but completely obsessed with them. His fingers squeeze in her hair, and it's completely without regret that he pulls at the strands. When his head rolls back, he meets with her smolder, body twitching to it. She looks so... Devious. Yet angelic. Perfect. He wonders if he'll lose it and paint a picture with lubricant across her lips. Would that be unwise? Would it be wrong? ]
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What he feels is not unlike how it had felt inside of her. Past her folds and nestled between wet, pulsing mock-flesh that seemed to caress his need. 2B's lips and tongue seem to do much the same, though the suction is gratifying in a different way. He feels his crown tap the very wall of her throat, hot and inviting despite how invasive it must be. Coupled with the stroke of her hand, he finds himself incapable of balance. ]
Hhnn--!
[ His head rolls back a moment, another sharp inhale and exhale desperately trying to keep him cool. 9S moans into the dark, perplexed by the sensations but completely obsessed with them. His fingers squeeze in her hair, and it's completely without regret that he pulls at the strands. When his head rolls back, he meets with her smolder, body twitching to it. She looks so... Devious. Yet angelic. Perfect. He wonders if he'll lose it and paint a picture with lubricant across her lips. Would that be unwise? Would it be wrong? ]
Y...eah. You're... You're already good at this.
[ He laughs. Weakly. But he manages. ]