[ 9S is hardly aware of having been the one to initiate this arrangement, nor is he aware that he had learned and led. 2B is the one doing such the favor, guiding 9S and working him as if she's done this before. Every little touch and gesture is perfect, nerve receptors on fire even from the slightest movements. 2B goes on as if she knows every dip and corner that yields the best results, and part of him feels a strange pang of jealousy. Has she touched another this way? Does he share these hands with someone else?
And then, he wonders why he feels jealousy at all. Does he truly know 2B? He recalls nothing of her, but the further this goes on, he feels as though he's built for her. That they had been this close for so much longer and were created as two halves to a whole.
Ah. Don't think.
9S isn't capable of shutting his mental processors down, and it's almost as if the persistent analyzing will drive him insane. 9S wishes he could just drown in this completely and cease questioning the why and how.
It seems that much becomes just a touch more possible when her hips rut into his own. 9S' brow twitches, the throatiest of grunts smashed between their lips. He knows where this is going, logically, and that sends a thrill throughout the entirety of him. He follows her lead, hands shaking as they fall to their shoulders, but they pause when the kiss breaks.
His eyes lock with their own, carrying that familiar innocence and affection even now. 9S sees her pain, painted in her eyes though the smile is just as sweet and, what he perceives as "loving". There is the slightest look of question to the nature of that smile, wondering what it is that has caused this look of devoted pain. But he can't focus too much on that, especially when she begins to disrobe him. ]
A-Ah...
[ He reaches down, helping with the bottom half of his buttons, hands trembling when he's not certain what he should be doing. ]
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And then, he wonders why he feels jealousy at all. Does he truly know 2B? He recalls nothing of her, but the further this goes on, he feels as though he's built for her. That they had been this close for so much longer and were created as two halves to a whole.
Ah. Don't think.
9S isn't capable of shutting his mental processors down, and it's almost as if the persistent analyzing will drive him insane. 9S wishes he could just drown in this completely and cease questioning the why and how.
It seems that much becomes just a touch more possible when her hips rut into his own. 9S' brow twitches, the throatiest of grunts smashed between their lips. He knows where this is going, logically, and that sends a thrill throughout the entirety of him. He follows her lead, hands shaking as they fall to their shoulders, but they pause when the kiss breaks.
His eyes lock with their own, carrying that familiar innocence and affection even now. 9S sees her pain, painted in her eyes though the smile is just as sweet and, what he perceives as "loving". There is the slightest look of question to the nature of that smile, wondering what it is that has caused this look of devoted pain. But he can't focus too much on that, especially when she begins to disrobe him. ]
A-Ah...
[ He reaches down, helping with the bottom half of his buttons, hands trembling when he's not certain what he should be doing. ]