[ 2B feels him sag against her with satisfaction, making a soft noise of affirmation as she leans into the kiss, her thighs coming up to bracket his hips. It's so strange, how naturally this comes to her now; 9S had been the one to bring her out of her mechanical shell, but now it seemed that she'd need to do that for him. Where she was aggressive, he was a teacher; he knew how to touch her, how to experiment just right in order to finish her, making her scream and come apart. 2B, on the other hand, had always been about brute force. It was always about being merciless and unrelenting until 9S couldn't handle it anymore, coming undone in the messiest, most beautiful of ways.
It makes sense that 9S is the one capable of such immense beauty through gentle curiosity, where 2B is only capable of yielding the same results through destruction. It takes a concerted effort for her to be gentle now, even as his tongue slips against hers, prompting her to moan unabashedly against his lips. Her own tongue lazily laves and rolls against his, dutifully recounting the ways he'd taught her how he liked to be kissed, her teeth only lightly grazing his bottom lip as she bears her hips down onto his.
2B finally understands why humans would partake in this activity without the ultimate goal of procreation. 9S' mouth is intoxicating, and while her internal systems have long since learned to bear the burden that sexual intercourse places upon them, 2B still feels as if she'll overheat. The roll of his hips is rewarded by the firm, needy rut of hers in return, the thin fabric of her leotard leaving only so much to the imagination. The folds of her slit rub insistently against the front of his pants, slickened with fluids produced by ducts that had long since been considered obsolete.
2B breaks the kiss with a great deal of effort in order to look to his face, her expression one of unabashed affection. The sight of him, flushed and needy, tugs at her circuitry, and for the first time in what feels like eons, she manages to smile. It's soft, gentle as the touches she bestows upon him, though there's a deep, pervading sadness that colors it even as she moves to undo his coat. ]
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It makes sense that 9S is the one capable of such immense beauty through gentle curiosity, where 2B is only capable of yielding the same results through destruction. It takes a concerted effort for her to be gentle now, even as his tongue slips against hers, prompting her to moan unabashedly against his lips. Her own tongue lazily laves and rolls against his, dutifully recounting the ways he'd taught her how he liked to be kissed, her teeth only lightly grazing his bottom lip as she bears her hips down onto his.
2B finally understands why humans would partake in this activity without the ultimate goal of procreation. 9S' mouth is intoxicating, and while her internal systems have long since learned to bear the burden that sexual intercourse places upon them, 2B still feels as if she'll overheat. The roll of his hips is rewarded by the firm, needy rut of hers in return, the thin fabric of her leotard leaving only so much to the imagination. The folds of her slit rub insistently against the front of his pants, slickened with fluids produced by ducts that had long since been considered obsolete.
2B breaks the kiss with a great deal of effort in order to look to his face, her expression one of unabashed affection. The sight of him, flushed and needy, tugs at her circuitry, and for the first time in what feels like eons, she manages to smile. It's soft, gentle as the touches she bestows upon him, though there's a deep, pervading sadness that colors it even as she moves to undo his coat. ]