[ Perhaps its the surprising, yet delicate manner in which he was introduced to this that he bears no desire for being destroyed quite yet. But 9S feels at ease, despite the constant overflow of analytic theories and questions that plague him. 9S manages to finally get lost in her gaze, in the beautiful yet lewd image of 2B's soft features so close to his need. His cock throbs, stands upright and casts a shadow against her face when she gets too close. It's absolutely depraved, but there's a beauty in how her pink lips seem to compliment the pale skin of his length.
Those lips meet with the manufactured, artificial glans that seems to serve itself as equally sensitive to that of the human need. ]
Nnk--!
[ 9S whimpers to such a gesture. Biting his lip once more when he continues to force his glance to remain on her. Something that is so dirty and so ill-advised on behalf of Command just seems so poetic and so right in 2B's execution. He's met with this overflow of heat and sensitive nerves firing off one after the other as her lips encircle his girth. Her tongue is wet, warm, seemingly caressing the underside of his cock so affectionately in its descent, all while her hand still seeks to follow along.
Just as he had been in his previous body, 9S is vocal. Incapable of being silent when pleasure receptors seem to relentlessly fire off and threaten to undo him completely. His hips roll into her mouth, fighting not to outright fuck her this way even if there's a vague, hidden desire in the back of his mind for it. The appreciation of roughness is there, yet having not been born quite yet to the full potential they had reached before.
No. No this is sweet, passionate, and the soft little whimpers that fall from 9S' lips bear nothing more than a loving desperation for more. His head rolls back, and he swallows thickly. The mock-Adam's Apple that prods beneath his flesh rolls with the movement, neck tense and skin taught. His pale lips fall open, another moan coming out just a bit hoarse in comparison to the last. ]
That... That's good.
[ Speaking is difficult, but he can't outright avoid it. No matter how hard he tries. 9S' hand squeezes 2B's in encouragement, seeking more. ]
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Those lips meet with the manufactured, artificial glans that seems to serve itself as equally sensitive to that of the human need. ]
Nnk--!
[ 9S whimpers to such a gesture. Biting his lip once more when he continues to force his glance to remain on her. Something that is so dirty and so ill-advised on behalf of Command just seems so poetic and so right in 2B's execution. He's met with this overflow of heat and sensitive nerves firing off one after the other as her lips encircle his girth. Her tongue is wet, warm, seemingly caressing the underside of his cock so affectionately in its descent, all while her hand still seeks to follow along.
Just as he had been in his previous body, 9S is vocal. Incapable of being silent when pleasure receptors seem to relentlessly fire off and threaten to undo him completely. His hips roll into her mouth, fighting not to outright fuck her this way even if there's a vague, hidden desire in the back of his mind for it. The appreciation of roughness is there, yet having not been born quite yet to the full potential they had reached before.
No. No this is sweet, passionate, and the soft little whimpers that fall from 9S' lips bear nothing more than a loving desperation for more. His head rolls back, and he swallows thickly. The mock-Adam's Apple that prods beneath his flesh rolls with the movement, neck tense and skin taught. His pale lips fall open, another moan coming out just a bit hoarse in comparison to the last. ]
That... That's good.
[ Speaking is difficult, but he can't outright avoid it. No matter how hard he tries. 9S' hand squeezes 2B's in encouragement, seeking more. ]
Ah... Wow. Keep. Keep going.