[ He's consistently marveled at how every little gesture seems to work him just the right way. 9S is forced completely still and stiff, once his shorts are discarded and 2B is quick to deliver those delicate kisses along his inner thigh. It's a tease, he feels, because the closer she gets to the crux of his thighs, his need painfully throbs. His lips fall open, a shaken moan following the delicate grip of his need.
He'd known of the logistics behind what sensations the human penis craved for-- Wet and hot friction, but something about the warmth of 2B's hand brings a surge of pleasure that he only thought came with penetration. 9S shuts an eye, tightly pressed beneath his brow that wrinkles with his nose. It's a delicate introduction of what's to come, but already he feels his pleasure receptors light ablaze.
Not once does his gaze leave hers. Though his expression distorts with tension, need, and desperation, he doesn't dare look away. ]
N...Ah.
[ Don't think. Don't question. 9S is in a constant state of deja vu that he can't comprehend and it bothers him. But he hangs on to every little gesture, desperate to feel more when those delicate strokes force the roll of his hips. He wants to touch her... Is she even getting anything out of this? He isn't touching her, is stuck writhing and staring like a fool. To know that she's purposefully made herself vulnerable to him and has taken time to give him attention just...
He hisses. Biting back something akin to a sob. 9S' throat tightens, his internal temperature climbing higher and higher. 2B knows exactly what to touch, but it's her gaze that seeks to destroy him. Perhaps it's the complete reformatting of his systems again and again that have made him so lonely, so desperate for validation and kindness. But 9S remains unaware.
So why does her ongoing affection hurt so much? Why does he want to drown himself in their mutual misery and never leave this poorly lit room?
9S reaches for her, incapable of avoiding at least some semblance of touch. He seeks her free hand, the one not delicately servicing his need, working to tangle their fingers together so he can feel as connected to her as possible. ]
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He'd known of the logistics behind what sensations the human penis craved for-- Wet and hot friction, but something about the warmth of 2B's hand brings a surge of pleasure that he only thought came with penetration. 9S shuts an eye, tightly pressed beneath his brow that wrinkles with his nose. It's a delicate introduction of what's to come, but already he feels his pleasure receptors light ablaze.
Not once does his gaze leave hers. Though his expression distorts with tension, need, and desperation, he doesn't dare look away. ]
N...Ah.
[ Don't think. Don't question. 9S is in a constant state of deja vu that he can't comprehend and it bothers him. But he hangs on to every little gesture, desperate to feel more when those delicate strokes force the roll of his hips. He wants to touch her... Is she even getting anything out of this? He isn't touching her, is stuck writhing and staring like a fool. To know that she's purposefully made herself vulnerable to him and has taken time to give him attention just...
He hisses. Biting back something akin to a sob. 9S' throat tightens, his internal temperature climbing higher and higher. 2B knows exactly what to touch, but it's her gaze that seeks to destroy him. Perhaps it's the complete reformatting of his systems again and again that have made him so lonely, so desperate for validation and kindness. But 9S remains unaware.
So why does her ongoing affection hurt so much? Why does he want to drown himself in their mutual misery and never leave this poorly lit room?
9S reaches for her, incapable of avoiding at least some semblance of touch. He seeks her free hand, the one not delicately servicing his need, working to tangle their fingers together so he can feel as connected to her as possible. ]