[ The sudden shift is quick, almost impossible to register immediately. But before long, 9S' need is left cold and unattended, throbbing painfully as it's left to prod at her ass while she grinds along his abdomen. What's more is the grip on his neck, tight and nearly unexpected where it forces a choking sound amidst the dark. 9S feels his entire being shudder, blood pumping and the rest of him tightly coiled while she squeezes down. ]
[ 9S wheezes against her lips, their brows pressed close together where she can feel his mouth tremble. He'd expected such a reaction, so it's only natural that he seeks it. The threat of killing him sets something off in his head-- "You'd die anyway"-- But he finds himself far more distracted by other implications. He could beg for forgiveness, but would she like it? ]
Hn.... A-ah...
[ His breath leaves him, almost completely. 9S feels her fingers curl into his throat, tight enough to bring back that delicious throbbing sensation he's felt last time. ]
[ With trembling hands, they reach for her wrists, tightly gripping them. He doesn't push or pull, and his hips twitch against her. 9S wants to be absolutely obliterated, and it seems he'll quickly get what he wants. So he dials back, but not too much, immediately removing the look of bloodthirsty anger for something lighter. 9S sweetly bites his lip, tilts his head back as best as he can, crying out a sweet yet desperate whimper in the dark. ]
N-No.
[ It's his answer to her question, but it's followed by the desperate moan of 2B's designation. Sweet and innocent. ]
no subject
[ 9S wheezes against her lips, their brows pressed close together where she can feel his mouth tremble. He'd expected such a reaction, so it's only natural that he seeks it. The threat of killing him sets something off in his head-- "You'd die anyway"-- But he finds himself far more distracted by other implications. He could beg for forgiveness, but would she like it? ]
Hn.... A-ah...
[ His breath leaves him, almost completely. 9S feels her fingers curl into his throat, tight enough to bring back that delicious throbbing sensation he's felt last time. ]
[ With trembling hands, they reach for her wrists, tightly gripping them. He doesn't push or pull, and his hips twitch against her. 9S wants to be absolutely obliterated, and it seems he'll quickly get what he wants. So he dials back, but not too much, immediately removing the look of bloodthirsty anger for something lighter. 9S sweetly bites his lip, tilts his head back as best as he can, crying out a sweet yet desperate whimper in the dark. ]
N-No.
[ It's his answer to her question, but it's followed by the desperate moan of 2B's designation. Sweet and innocent. ]