[ It's likely better that 9S not know the entirety of 2B's thought processes until this is done with. Though his mind is wrought with doubt and confusion, he desperately seeks to completely shroud himself in the entire feeling of her. 2B so delicately delivers kisses to every part of his chest that she can reach, warranting a shaken exhale when the sensations are so new and fresh to him. He hadn't realized how sensitive this part of his build had been. Is that on purpose? Is he wired this way for a reason?
The Sexual Fraternization Program had been shut down a long time ago, well before his activation period. The fact that this software remains is baffling and interesting, and he can't help but wonder why manufacturing protocol felt it necessary to keep this.
That isn't to say that he's displeased. Not even close. 9S shivers when such a delicious tickle follows that last kiss that touches down just beneath his navel, hips wriggling ever so slightly when she deftly undoes his belt. With the little information that he has on sexual activity, the most he expects is the standard. Why her body so delicately lowers itself on him is beyond his comprehension, but he follows along. 2B seems to know just what thrills him, each motion perfect in its execution. In her gaze alone, he finds himself surging with this feeling that he can't put a word to. Something well beyond physical stimuli, something that makes his throat tighten.
What... Is this? Why does it hurt in the worst, yet most beautiful way when their eyes meet? Without the cover of their combat visors, both are exposed and vulnerable, and 9S hadn't taken 2B to be a vulnerable person at all. Despite his uncertainty of her intentions through this angle, he trusts her. Though he props himself up by an elbow to regard her properly.
Something... Speaks to him about this. Something about the way his hand cups her cheek and idly tucks hair behind her ear. Just as she had when he'd expressed his intentions with the offering of a flower. That breadcrumb trail embedded deep in his OS somehow dictating his movements. His thumb traces the line of her jaw, curiously takes to her chin and laves over her lips.
He feels as if speaking might hurt this. Might hurt her. And he isn't certain as to why.
Basic to little understanding of sexual activity at least tells him to assist. His hands still tremble, both breaking away from her in order to unbutton his shorts. ]
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The Sexual Fraternization Program had been shut down a long time ago, well before his activation period. The fact that this software remains is baffling and interesting, and he can't help but wonder why manufacturing protocol felt it necessary to keep this.
That isn't to say that he's displeased. Not even close. 9S shivers when such a delicious tickle follows that last kiss that touches down just beneath his navel, hips wriggling ever so slightly when she deftly undoes his belt. With the little information that he has on sexual activity, the most he expects is the standard. Why her body so delicately lowers itself on him is beyond his comprehension, but he follows along. 2B seems to know just what thrills him, each motion perfect in its execution. In her gaze alone, he finds himself surging with this feeling that he can't put a word to. Something well beyond physical stimuli, something that makes his throat tighten.
What... Is this? Why does it hurt in the worst, yet most beautiful way when their eyes meet? Without the cover of their combat visors, both are exposed and vulnerable, and 9S hadn't taken 2B to be a vulnerable person at all. Despite his uncertainty of her intentions through this angle, he trusts her. Though he props himself up by an elbow to regard her properly.
Something... Speaks to him about this. Something about the way his hand cups her cheek and idly tucks hair behind her ear. Just as she had when he'd expressed his intentions with the offering of a flower. That breadcrumb trail embedded deep in his OS somehow dictating his movements. His thumb traces the line of her jaw, curiously takes to her chin and laves over her lips.
He feels as if speaking might hurt this. Might hurt her. And he isn't certain as to why.
Basic to little understanding of sexual activity at least tells him to assist. His hands still tremble, both breaking away from her in order to unbutton his shorts. ]