[ This would be different, had he recalled their last rounds of intimacy. But the fact of the matter is that he doesn't remember a thing, and something is telling him that he's forgotten so much. He has no basis for it yet, no confirmation, but that curiosity will destroy him. Literally and figuratively. But 9S can't bring himself to move away or deny 2B, because there's this part of him that is permanently geared towards being with her. Making her happy.
He was so lonely.
But even in that loneliness, it's not the true driver of his affection for 2B. It doesn't dictate why he so willingly opens himself to her and cranes his neck for her lips to devour. He does it because he wants to. Because something about her speaks to him more than words ever could. While 9S is mentally the experience level of a novice, he doesn't falter or shy away. His hands are delicately placed upon her breasts, where a soft, startled little exhale is the curtain rising for his hands to twitch and tentatively squeeze. To touch her. To give her whatever she needs.
She tells him not to think. He can't. But he shuts up about it. Something about those desperate murmurs makes him incapable of doing anything that doesn't revolve around her. He has no idea what he is doing, but he wants this. Wants 2B to claim him and do as she pleases, even if something about this arrangement seems strange. ]
C-can't... Hold back?
[ Never has he experienced someone being attracted to him. At least not in his memory. His face colors and his body writhes against her to learn this, and the attention she gives to his ear only seems to encourage it. He softly moans, an unintentional noise that he can't help but be embarrassed about. But his hands squeeze harder at her breasts, press them together as he presses into her and he whispers: ]
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He was so lonely.
But even in that loneliness, it's not the true driver of his affection for 2B. It doesn't dictate why he so willingly opens himself to her and cranes his neck for her lips to devour. He does it because he wants to. Because something about her speaks to him more than words ever could. While 9S is mentally the experience level of a novice, he doesn't falter or shy away. His hands are delicately placed upon her breasts, where a soft, startled little exhale is the curtain rising for his hands to twitch and tentatively squeeze. To touch her. To give her whatever she needs.
She tells him not to think. He can't. But he shuts up about it. Something about those desperate murmurs makes him incapable of doing anything that doesn't revolve around her. He has no idea what he is doing, but he wants this. Wants 2B to claim him and do as she pleases, even if something about this arrangement seems strange. ]
C-can't... Hold back?
[ Never has he experienced someone being attracted to him. At least not in his memory. His face colors and his body writhes against her to learn this, and the attention she gives to his ear only seems to encourage it. He softly moans, an unintentional noise that he can't help but be embarrassed about. But his hands squeeze harder at her breasts, press them together as he presses into her and he whispers: ]
D... Don't stop.