[ Drown it out. Drown it all out. 9S recalls moments when he'd stared at 2B for so long, where his gaze had wandered along her entire frame while her back was turned. Lingered at her behind, salivated when looking at her legs. For so long, he had brushed it off as merely poor programming left behind. That this didn't matter. But there had been so many times that he just wish she would dominate him and destroy him.
Perhaps that's how he was meant to be. After all, he's her persistent victim, right? Her killing game. Like a fucking animal.
This 2B isn't her. She isn't. But he'll be damned if he doesn't want to work upon his wants in a vengeful manner. 9S can't completely understand when he decided to do this, but it's as if the voices in his head stop the instant he crushes his lips into hers. 9S' grip releases from her neck if only to tightly grab her shoulders and shove her against the ground.
He grunts as she leans into the gesture, shocked that she works in favor of him only insofar as he never thought the original wanted him. Not in this way. He can taste her tears as they drip along her nose and lips. 9S craves them. As they trickle down, he laves his tongue harshly along the line of her mouth, before promptly working to drive his tongue past them. He'll taste her from the inside, destroy her from the inside. Draw this out and make her fucking pay for making him feel so alone and lost. Posing as a memory that will be nothing more than that. ]
[ 9S wastes no time in rutting his hips into hers, a harsh thrust of his center through their uniforms. His fingers tightly clench at her shoulders, tight enough to bruise, as if he hopes to crack the supports beyond her mock-flesh. ]
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Perhaps that's how he was meant to be. After all, he's her persistent victim, right? Her killing game. Like a fucking animal.
This 2B isn't her. She isn't. But he'll be damned if he doesn't want to work upon his wants in a vengeful manner. 9S can't completely understand when he decided to do this, but it's as if the voices in his head stop the instant he crushes his lips into hers. 9S' grip releases from her neck if only to tightly grab her shoulders and shove her against the ground.
He grunts as she leans into the gesture, shocked that she works in favor of him only insofar as he never thought the original wanted him. Not in this way. He can taste her tears as they drip along her nose and lips. 9S craves them. As they trickle down, he laves his tongue harshly along the line of her mouth, before promptly working to drive his tongue past them. He'll taste her from the inside, destroy her from the inside. Draw this out and make her fucking pay for making him feel so alone and lost. Posing as a memory that will be nothing more than that. ]
[ 9S wastes no time in rutting his hips into hers, a harsh thrust of his center through their uniforms. His fingers tightly clench at her shoulders, tight enough to bruise, as if he hopes to crack the supports beyond her mock-flesh. ]