[ Nothing makes sense. Nothing outside of what they are doing, at least. 2B suggested he stop thinking, and that's near-impossible. But he allows himself to drown in her with no intentions of swimming his way out anytime soon. He feels at home here, safe, and 9S feels that he can trust 2B with his entire being as she leans into him and keeps him close.
He raises a brow as her tongue laves along his lips, bewildered by such an intimate gesture that leaves him wet and warm. But he gives in to it quickly, finding it delightful when his lips part and he works to return the favor. But his tongue doesn't find her lips, rather, it collides with her tongue. A surprising shift, something he hadn't expected, but something he sinks into quick. 9S exhales softly as their tongues tangle, and he experimentally curls it along the artificial muscle. His fingers slide past her ears, tangle in her hair, and firmly hold as she successfully pushes him to the bed.
Gently, his back presses to the mattress, but not without a delicate huff of his breath to the impact. 2B presses close to him, their lips pressed together and their tongues connected. His mouth moves against her own, tongue working between each little movement to taste every part of her that he can. Something suggests that he move his hips, and he does so with curiosity, finding himself choking on a moan that stutters against her lips.
It's gentle. Slow. And 9S finds himself completely shocked to feel so much passion and care from... Anyone, really. It moves him, makes his throat tighten and his brows twitch when his eyes threaten to overflow with warm wetness. How... How can someone express so much affection? Does she love him? Is this what friendship entails, or is it something more?
All he knows is that it hurts in the best way possible. 9S doesn't know how to process this, and it shows in the way he whimpers into her, desperate for more when he isn't sure what "more" is. ]
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He raises a brow as her tongue laves along his lips, bewildered by such an intimate gesture that leaves him wet and warm. But he gives in to it quickly, finding it delightful when his lips part and he works to return the favor. But his tongue doesn't find her lips, rather, it collides with her tongue. A surprising shift, something he hadn't expected, but something he sinks into quick. 9S exhales softly as their tongues tangle, and he experimentally curls it along the artificial muscle. His fingers slide past her ears, tangle in her hair, and firmly hold as she successfully pushes him to the bed.
Gently, his back presses to the mattress, but not without a delicate huff of his breath to the impact. 2B presses close to him, their lips pressed together and their tongues connected. His mouth moves against her own, tongue working between each little movement to taste every part of her that he can. Something suggests that he move his hips, and he does so with curiosity, finding himself choking on a moan that stutters against her lips.
It's gentle. Slow. And 9S finds himself completely shocked to feel so much passion and care from... Anyone, really. It moves him, makes his throat tighten and his brows twitch when his eyes threaten to overflow with warm wetness. How... How can someone express so much affection? Does she love him? Is this what friendship entails, or is it something more?
All he knows is that it hurts in the best way possible. 9S doesn't know how to process this, and it shows in the way he whimpers into her, desperate for more when he isn't sure what "more" is. ]