[ Every whimper, every twitch is a token towards 9S' growing ego. What started as him innocently giving 2B a pleasurable favor in return quickly evolves into him experimenting, devilishly seeking out more sounds. He wants her to be louder, to lose herself in the best way because that means he'll have made her happy. That he's useful and wanted, and it's that desire which begins to eat his innocence bit by bit. He learns, and so he achieves.
9S closes his eyes as he leans further into her, drowning himself in each little cry as he commits the sound of his name falling from her lips in such a lewd way to memory. He seeks more of it, dragging the flat of his tongue from taint to clit, discovering that each time he passes that tight, hard little bundle, she thrashes. As his tongue curls, briefly retracting to take a breath, he takes that bit of flesh between his teeth, suckling down with a throaty hum.
The hands that tickle at her thighs don't stop in their quest to touch whatever they can reach. Though his curiosity commands him to pull one back, to carefully slide it between her legs. A single digit is cautious as it traces itself down the wettest parts of her cunt, greeted by that tight ring of muscle that frames her entrance and throbs with each flick of his tongue. Without warning, with little question, he slowly prods at it. His finger slips inside of her, gently working it's way deep while he suckles away at her flesh. Tongue working a non-stop pattern despite the way his jaw begs him not to. If it seizes, it seizes. Nothing a little oil can't fix, honestly. ]
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9S closes his eyes as he leans further into her, drowning himself in each little cry as he commits the sound of his name falling from her lips in such a lewd way to memory. He seeks more of it, dragging the flat of his tongue from taint to clit, discovering that each time he passes that tight, hard little bundle, she thrashes. As his tongue curls, briefly retracting to take a breath, he takes that bit of flesh between his teeth, suckling down with a throaty hum.
The hands that tickle at her thighs don't stop in their quest to touch whatever they can reach. Though his curiosity commands him to pull one back, to carefully slide it between her legs. A single digit is cautious as it traces itself down the wettest parts of her cunt, greeted by that tight ring of muscle that frames her entrance and throbs with each flick of his tongue. Without warning, with little question, he slowly prods at it. His finger slips inside of her, gently working it's way deep while he suckles away at her flesh. Tongue working a non-stop pattern despite the way his jaw begs him not to. If it seizes, it seizes. Nothing a little oil can't fix, honestly. ]