[ 2B is familiar enough with his tells to know when he's closed even if 9S himself doesn't know it yet. She can feel the same familiar shudder, the way he twitches, the precise way his breath hitches in his throat as she moves her lips up and down the velvety length of his shaft. When his Pod speaks, 2B gives a quiet chuckle; she'd long since set her own Pod to enter sleep mode whenever her body met certain, specific parameters ever since the first few instances in which she and 9S engaged in coitus.
She has to commend 9S on his ability to retain enough composure to command his Pod, but all of that comes undone as his moans and cries grow louder, prompting her to continue on, unrelenting. 2B knows what the nickname, the closeness , does to him, if only because it does the same for her. She can't help the appreciative moan that escapes her lips as she watches him come apart, the sight all at once beautiful and nostalgic.
The familiar spurt of lubricant hits the back of her throat as she watches his face, and she eagerly swallows all of it, her tongue still gently laving against the underside of his shaft as his hips roll and buck up into her mouth. Strings of lubricant and mock-saliva coat the parts of his need not covered by her mouth, and her hand still gently strokes his length as he rides out his climax. When 2B finally releases him, she folds her legs underneath her, sitting up to admire her handiwork. ]
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She has to commend 9S on his ability to retain enough composure to command his Pod, but all of that comes undone as his moans and cries grow louder, prompting her to continue on, unrelenting. 2B knows what the nickname, the closeness , does to him, if only because it does the same for her. She can't help the appreciative moan that escapes her lips as she watches him come apart, the sight all at once beautiful and nostalgic.
The familiar spurt of lubricant hits the back of her throat as she watches his face, and she eagerly swallows all of it, her tongue still gently laving against the underside of his shaft as his hips roll and buck up into her mouth. Strings of lubricant and mock-saliva coat the parts of his need not covered by her mouth, and her hand still gently strokes his length as he rides out his climax. When 2B finally releases him, she folds her legs underneath her, sitting up to admire her handiwork. ]
... You alright?