[ 2B has always remained ever-elusive. An enigma. One who remains silent in most situations, and so it's completely unexpected when she essentially cries out loud enough to shatter glass. 9S had held tightly to her, huffed and gasped for air as their brows pressed close and he continued to pound into her with passion and eagerness to see this through. His fingers had tangled through her hair, held her delicately yet firm, eager to please until the summer came to a boil. ]
[ When 2B climaxes, she does so beautifully and completely. 9S can feel it in her very core, hear it in the way her systems seem to fight off malfunction. It both worries and excites him, and he desperately rolls into her as she rides it out, working to catch up. He whimpers, feeling that he can hear her cry over and over in his mind. It burns his ears and compromises his functionality. The fans and coolant working his structure only managing just enough to keep him alive and functioning. 9S desperately clings, holds her tight, so close behind her. ]
[ He presses his nose against hers, breathing across her lips that touch his own without kissing. His teeth grit, expression contorting beneath here close enough that she can feel it. 9S reaches his limit soon after, crying out against her lips as he holds on tight and writhes against her. 9S' hips twitch into 2B's, releasing practically a flood of lubricant that intermingles with her own and puddles between them. He comes hard enough that much the same plagues him-- The threat of a restart, of his circuits frying, but the sensation is so fucking satisfying that he can't seem to care if he does black out. ]
[ But he doesn't, leaving him a gasping mess underneath his partner. ]
Ah...
[ He's so completely out of breath, smiling despite that. When he chuckles, it's soft. And not meant to express that his is funny. But the bliss he feels almost immediately makes him incapable of holding it back. It's gentle, pleased. ]
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[ When 2B climaxes, she does so beautifully and completely. 9S can feel it in her very core, hear it in the way her systems seem to fight off malfunction. It both worries and excites him, and he desperately rolls into her as she rides it out, working to catch up. He whimpers, feeling that he can hear her cry over and over in his mind. It burns his ears and compromises his functionality. The fans and coolant working his structure only managing just enough to keep him alive and functioning. 9S desperately clings, holds her tight, so close behind her. ]
[ He presses his nose against hers, breathing across her lips that touch his own without kissing. His teeth grit, expression contorting beneath here close enough that she can feel it. 9S reaches his limit soon after, crying out against her lips as he holds on tight and writhes against her. 9S' hips twitch into 2B's, releasing practically a flood of lubricant that intermingles with her own and puddles between them. He comes hard enough that much the same plagues him-- The threat of a restart, of his circuits frying, but the sensation is so fucking satisfying that he can't seem to care if he does black out. ]
[ But he doesn't, leaving him a gasping mess underneath his partner. ]
Ah...
[ He's so completely out of breath, smiling despite that. When he chuckles, it's soft. And not meant to express that his is funny. But the bliss he feels almost immediately makes him incapable of holding it back. It's gentle, pleased. ]