[ 9S had wondered through much of this activity the reason why such software was deemed appropriate to keep. Perhaps it's because somewhere, deep down, knowing the benefits of this and the sensations that are rewarded are too valuable to let go. To touch and be touched is likely the most incredible thing he's experienced in his life. It's arguable, to him, that giving is just as good, if not better than receiving. He could listen to 2B's cries of pleasure all day. He commits every whimper, every whine and moan to his memory drive. It's there, and he is certain he'll greedily, lewdly review it later. Because there's something about all of this that just confounds him to no end.
But he keeps going in her favor. His lips drip with her arousal, much if it sticking to his nose and chin, copious amounts kissing his features and he can't help but wonder if this is an intended reaction. That's quite a lot of lubricant to just abandon, but he finds himself thrilled to know he's the cause of it. If it's a malfunction, it's the hottest one he's ever seen.
9S redoubles his efforts when her sounds spike in volume, when her hips continue to essentially fuck his face and he can't help the thrill he gets from it. 2B doesn't have to worry at all about whether or not he's hard again, especially since he has to bend himself over at the knees, rather than lay down. His need prods at the mattress, becoming uncomfortable and cruel. And so her timing is better than ever. It doesn't take away from the startled feeling he gets of her desperately working positions, but he follows along happily.
He gasps as he's pried from between her legs, face flushed and warm from being surrounded by her heat. 9S bears a heady gaze that locks onto her when she begins to usher him back to the bed. Though he'd become so comfortable devouring her from between her legs, he complies. ]
A-Ah. Okay.
[ Despite that spike of confidence, his voice is hoarse and meek, coupled with his smile. 9S wipes at his lips with the side of his wrist as he crawls beneath her, assisting in any way he can to make her comfortable. He'll do whatever she wants. Give her whatever she needs. As long as it makes her happy, he complies. Willingly. ]
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But he keeps going in her favor. His lips drip with her arousal, much if it sticking to his nose and chin, copious amounts kissing his features and he can't help but wonder if this is an intended reaction. That's quite a lot of lubricant to just abandon, but he finds himself thrilled to know he's the cause of it. If it's a malfunction, it's the hottest one he's ever seen.
9S redoubles his efforts when her sounds spike in volume, when her hips continue to essentially fuck his face and he can't help the thrill he gets from it. 2B doesn't have to worry at all about whether or not he's hard again, especially since he has to bend himself over at the knees, rather than lay down. His need prods at the mattress, becoming uncomfortable and cruel. And so her timing is better than ever. It doesn't take away from the startled feeling he gets of her desperately working positions, but he follows along happily.
He gasps as he's pried from between her legs, face flushed and warm from being surrounded by her heat. 9S bears a heady gaze that locks onto her when she begins to usher him back to the bed. Though he'd become so comfortable devouring her from between her legs, he complies. ]
A-Ah. Okay.
[ Despite that spike of confidence, his voice is hoarse and meek, coupled with his smile. 9S wipes at his lips with the side of his wrist as he crawls beneath her, assisting in any way he can to make her comfortable. He'll do whatever she wants. Give her whatever she needs. As long as it makes her happy, he complies. Willingly. ]