[ There's... Something. A promise, a feeling that he can only compare to the likes of what it is to look from over a ledge before jumping. 9S feels something tighten in his chassis, his pulse skyrocketing and his internal heat becoming nearly unbearable. ]
Analysis: Internal core temperature for Unit: 9S has increased to unsafe numbers. Proposal: Cease strenuous activity that is likely cau--
P-Pod, deactivate status reports until further notice!
[ He speaks quickly, hoarse and breathless, feeling his entire body shudder to uncontrollable levels as his Pod acknowledges the command and continues to hover. He hadn't thought of that beforehand. It's hard to think at all at this point... Which is where 9S supposes he reaches bliss.
But he stands corrected. Especially when 2B calls him Nines.
It's a moniker that he hadn't brought up yet. One that he has suggested to many to call him by. Because it's what friends do, it's what individuals who are close to one-another address each other by. Nicknames, affectionate terms. A gesture that no one. No one has ever offered to him. Because no one truly cared. No one truly liked him.
2B is... 2B is different.
And so, it strikes him like a match to gasoline. 9S grits his teeth, shivering when she finally dips back to her efforts and increases the speed. He hisses, gasps, and as the multiple modes of friction offered by her mouth and hand pick up in intensity, so does that feeling he can only compare to what one experiences before free-fall. ]
Y-Yeah, yeah, more. Please-- Please, 2B, I'm--!
[ He thinks he's close. Well, his measurement is quite wrong, given that he has no standard of expectations for himself yet. 9S feels a sudden surge of white-hot stimuli, something akin to being pushed and his visuals suddenly gone for the moment. His head throws back in a throaty cry, body jolting as if it had been shocked as his climax sneaks up behind him and ends him. It's not unlike how 2B had reacted once her nerve receptors were put back online, and in fact, it reminds him of it when it happens.
A rush of hot, thick lubricant pours from his length, the entirety of it made instantly over-stimulated and sensitive. 9S' vocals glitch and become fuzzy, but only for just a moment as the rush of pleasure threatens to compromise all of his functions. And all he can do is roll through it. ]
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Analysis: Internal core temperature for Unit: 9S has increased to unsafe numbers. Proposal: Cease strenuous activity that is likely cau--
P-Pod, deactivate status reports until further notice!
[ He speaks quickly, hoarse and breathless, feeling his entire body shudder to uncontrollable levels as his Pod acknowledges the command and continues to hover. He hadn't thought of that beforehand. It's hard to think at all at this point... Which is where 9S supposes he reaches bliss.
But he stands corrected. Especially when 2B calls him Nines.
It's a moniker that he hadn't brought up yet. One that he has suggested to many to call him by. Because it's what friends do, it's what individuals who are close to one-another address each other by. Nicknames, affectionate terms. A gesture that no one. No one has ever offered to him. Because no one truly cared. No one truly liked him.
2B is... 2B is different.
And so, it strikes him like a match to gasoline. 9S grits his teeth, shivering when she finally dips back to her efforts and increases the speed. He hisses, gasps, and as the multiple modes of friction offered by her mouth and hand pick up in intensity, so does that feeling he can only compare to what one experiences before free-fall. ]
Y-Yeah, yeah, more. Please-- Please, 2B, I'm--!
[ He thinks he's close. Well, his measurement is quite wrong, given that he has no standard of expectations for himself yet. 9S feels a sudden surge of white-hot stimuli, something akin to being pushed and his visuals suddenly gone for the moment. His head throws back in a throaty cry, body jolting as if it had been shocked as his climax sneaks up behind him and ends him. It's not unlike how 2B had reacted once her nerve receptors were put back online, and in fact, it reminds him of it when it happens.
A rush of hot, thick lubricant pours from his length, the entirety of it made instantly over-stimulated and sensitive. 9S' vocals glitch and become fuzzy, but only for just a moment as the rush of pleasure threatens to compromise all of his functions. And all he can do is roll through it. ]