[ Even 2B is mildly taken aback by how reactive 9S is; he'd been receptive before, too, of course, but there's a certain sense of innocence in this instance, like every touch and caress on her part comes as a shock. She supposes that that's understandable, though. This isn't the same body she'd touched before, and it's hardly the same consciousness she'd engaged with previously, even if at his core 9S is no one but himself. His cock twitches every time her mouth nears its base, and she wonders at the preciseness of their engineering; there's something organic in the movement, quickfire and unmeasured. It's a far cry from the precise, smooth movements that androids usually have.
2B keeps her eyes on his face, watching his expression contort into one of pleasure, and she graces him with another soft smile. She only averts her gaze in order to look at his cock, her fingers still deftly moving along its length as she repositions herself, folding her legs and settling down onto her knees. 9S hips jerk into her hand as she tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, bringing her lips dangerously close to his crown. It's true that she gets no real physical stimulus from this, but she's long since learned that that isn't the point between her and 9S. To 2B, it's about pleasing him, about the closeness that the two of them share.
2B lifts her eyes back up to his for a split second before they lower shut, her lips parting as she places a delicate kiss to the head of his need. She follows up with a light, gentle suckling motion as she takes him into her mouth as she has several times before, her fingers tangling with his as he reaches for her hand. 2B's palm presses flat against his as she dips her head midway towards his base, the hand stroking him not once ceasing its movements.
It's such a small, intimate gesture, one that they didn't partake in frequently. Holding 9S' hand causes something warm to bloom inside the circuits of her guts, fluid rushing towards her face and causing it to flush in spite of the filthy things her mouth is doing to him. ]
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2B keeps her eyes on his face, watching his expression contort into one of pleasure, and she graces him with another soft smile. She only averts her gaze in order to look at his cock, her fingers still deftly moving along its length as she repositions herself, folding her legs and settling down onto her knees. 9S hips jerk into her hand as she tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, bringing her lips dangerously close to his crown. It's true that she gets no real physical stimulus from this, but she's long since learned that that isn't the point between her and 9S. To 2B, it's about pleasing him, about the closeness that the two of them share.
2B lifts her eyes back up to his for a split second before they lower shut, her lips parting as she places a delicate kiss to the head of his need. She follows up with a light, gentle suckling motion as she takes him into her mouth as she has several times before, her fingers tangling with his as he reaches for her hand. 2B's palm presses flat against his as she dips her head midway towards his base, the hand stroking him not once ceasing its movements.
It's such a small, intimate gesture, one that they didn't partake in frequently. Holding 9S' hand causes something warm to bloom inside the circuits of her guts, fluid rushing towards her face and causing it to flush in spite of the filthy things her mouth is doing to him. ]