[ With his memories in tact and where they should be, 9S can look back on their past... Couplings. Some more violent than the last, carrying a variety that had always seemed to have an innocent intention behind them. At least on 9S' end. Where he'd once craved her to dominate him purely out of an unknown preference for it, now it's... Different. 9S doesn't quite think upon it, but it's certainly as if he's meant to be completely and utterly destroyed by her. Regardless of their abandoning the cause and their reason for activation, their priorities remain much the same.
He doesn't catch on her surprise, or even her hesitation. 9S moves forward as if he's a freight train with absolutely no stopping in sight. Even if it's slow at first, his persistence is rather clear in his enthusiastic press of himself against her. Their fingers lace and interlock, tight in grip for the time being when their lips part in tandem. 9S tangles his tongue with her own, a force of passion and need behind every flick and movement of his lips. He only let's go of one hand in favor of cupping her cheek. The gesture is brief, affectionate, just before his head tilts to deepen the kiss and those fingers find purchase in her hair.
They've done this so many times before, but it's almost as if it's the first time again. His memories are there, but it's as if they aren't his. Like some other 9S model lived through them and he's merely borrowing the sentiment that comes with all this. He struggles in desperation to quiet his head and when it doesn't let up, he pushes into her. 9S isn't nearly as strong as 2B, but he gathers enough gusto in his agony to attempt pushing her to the bed. If he succeeds, he'll crawl over her, drag his hands across every curve that he can touch. Because if that quiets his head, maybe he'll finally find some reprieve.
This isn't right. How he's going about this isn't right. But he just... Can't stop. ]
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He doesn't catch on her surprise, or even her hesitation. 9S moves forward as if he's a freight train with absolutely no stopping in sight. Even if it's slow at first, his persistence is rather clear in his enthusiastic press of himself against her. Their fingers lace and interlock, tight in grip for the time being when their lips part in tandem. 9S tangles his tongue with her own, a force of passion and need behind every flick and movement of his lips. He only let's go of one hand in favor of cupping her cheek. The gesture is brief, affectionate, just before his head tilts to deepen the kiss and those fingers find purchase in her hair.
They've done this so many times before, but it's almost as if it's the first time again. His memories are there, but it's as if they aren't his. Like some other 9S model lived through them and he's merely borrowing the sentiment that comes with all this. He struggles in desperation to quiet his head and when it doesn't let up, he pushes into her. 9S isn't nearly as strong as 2B, but he gathers enough gusto in his agony to attempt pushing her to the bed. If he succeeds, he'll crawl over her, drag his hands across every curve that he can touch. Because if that quiets his head, maybe he'll finally find some reprieve.
This isn't right. How he's going about this isn't right. But he just... Can't stop. ]