[ 9S isn't certain how such software could still be active, all while their physical systems threaten to shut down from its use. 2B's spike of internal heat seems to intermingle with his own, making 9S incredibly hot underneath her. His own warnings are much the same, and equally ignored in favor of what this brings. The friction is too much, yet not enough all the same. 9S can practically feel every pulse, every moan while inside of her, and he can't help but grow addicted to the poetic realization that they're a single entity.
His own arousal catches up quick, the pulsing of her cunt as it eagerly devours him bringing about a delicious pleasure with every rut of her hips. The danger of being broken is there, yet it appears to encorage him, especially when he can tell she's close. Strangely enough? So is he.
The kiss itself is what gets him first. Combined with the increased sensitivity that came with his first climax, he wasn't slated to last long. 9S thrashes against 2B, a sweet whimper muffled between their lips and smothered. His internals cry with a need for ventilation, for him to slow down but he doesn't. He can head 2B's systems threaten to shut down, and even hears the brief click following an unexpected disconnection of her visuals and audio output. Before he can comment, his processors glitch and fuzz out, making focus impossible and commentary equally unavailable.
But he comes back quickly, thankful that he doesn't shut down in favor of riding this out, of crying out 2B's name against her lips while his hands frantically reach to embrace her, hands splayed against her back while his hips bottom out as his need empties itself out inside of her. Hot and copious, and 9S is absolutely certain he'll need a refill. ]
this canon is cruel ;3;
His own arousal catches up quick, the pulsing of her cunt as it eagerly devours him bringing about a delicious pleasure with every rut of her hips. The danger of being broken is there, yet it appears to encorage him, especially when he can tell she's close. Strangely enough? So is he.
The kiss itself is what gets him first. Combined with the increased sensitivity that came with his first climax, he wasn't slated to last long. 9S thrashes against 2B, a sweet whimper muffled between their lips and smothered. His internals cry with a need for ventilation, for him to slow down but he doesn't. He can head 2B's systems threaten to shut down, and even hears the brief click following an unexpected disconnection of her visuals and audio output. Before he can comment, his processors glitch and fuzz out, making focus impossible and commentary equally unavailable.
But he comes back quickly, thankful that he doesn't shut down in favor of riding this out, of crying out 2B's name against her lips while his hands frantically reach to embrace her, hands splayed against her back while his hips bottom out as his need empties itself out inside of her. Hot and copious, and 9S is absolutely certain he'll need a refill. ]