[ Clearly, the time for questioning will have to come later. 9S feels as if he's reliving something the longer they go about this, the code embedded inside of him calling at him with these hints and gestures that he can't quite get down. The fact that he's distracted could easily have something to do with it, too, but once again: no time to think.
All he knows is that each time she looks at him, each time she touches him, there's this weird spark that he feels deep within his chassis. The mechanism serving as his heart seems to skip a beat every single time, which would normally cause concern in terms of its functionality. But it only happens when she looks at him. It makes no sense, but there's something so gratifying and comforting about it, that he doesn't bother to try and fix it. Something tells him it isn't broken or malfunctioning. It's just... Her effect on him.
Their fingers curl tight, and he squeezes into the gesture. 9S feels as though they've become a singular entity, and that alone makes his pulse-rate damn-near close to destructive numbers. Their heat combines, threatening to short out his circuits and leave him an empty shell but he doesn't care. As she lifts her hips, his own roll into hers, feeling the crown of his need bottoming out with every thrust. His arousal grows quickly, hard and hot, working like a slow-moving piston for the time being. The last thing he wants is to do this wrong, but he has a feeling that won't be much of an issue.
Especially not with the way 2B moans and breathes. He can feel her twitching and trembling, both outside and in. Something about this is both poetic and carnal, and 9S is sure this is his new favorite source of sensation-hunting. It's so wrong when considering the rules they follow, and somehow that makes it better.
9S hotly exhales, swallowing thickly as he rolls into every single movement. He can't help the need to keep his gaze upon her, and so he stares up at her, watching the way her expression contorts and changes. He realizes that certain moves on his behalf cause it, and he searches for more. ]
Hah... Nn.
Y-Yeah. Too good, I... Ah. How... How about for you?
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All he knows is that each time she looks at him, each time she touches him, there's this weird spark that he feels deep within his chassis. The mechanism serving as his heart seems to skip a beat every single time, which would normally cause concern in terms of its functionality. But it only happens when she looks at him. It makes no sense, but there's something so gratifying and comforting about it, that he doesn't bother to try and fix it. Something tells him it isn't broken or malfunctioning. It's just... Her effect on him.
Their fingers curl tight, and he squeezes into the gesture. 9S feels as though they've become a singular entity, and that alone makes his pulse-rate damn-near close to destructive numbers. Their heat combines, threatening to short out his circuits and leave him an empty shell but he doesn't care. As she lifts her hips, his own roll into hers, feeling the crown of his need bottoming out with every thrust. His arousal grows quickly, hard and hot, working like a slow-moving piston for the time being. The last thing he wants is to do this wrong, but he has a feeling that won't be much of an issue.
Especially not with the way 2B moans and breathes. He can feel her twitching and trembling, both outside and in. Something about this is both poetic and carnal, and 9S is sure this is his new favorite source of sensation-hunting. It's so wrong when considering the rules they follow, and somehow that makes it better.
9S hotly exhales, swallowing thickly as he rolls into every single movement. He can't help the need to keep his gaze upon her, and so he stares up at her, watching the way her expression contorts and changes. He realizes that certain moves on his behalf cause it, and he searches for more. ]
Hah... Nn.
Y-Yeah. Too good, I... Ah. How... How about for you?