[ With such a small amount of room afforded to them, it very quickly fills with the sounds of wet, hungry passion coupled with the shift of thick fabric. It quiets the voices, the cries telling him that this is all for nothing. That the cycle will continue and he's nothing more than a burden on her. That he can't trust her. 9S feels the ache in his very being begin to subside as 2B is forced beneath him, seemingly melting into the bed. Their sudden shift and closeness has very quickly rustled their clothing, exposing 2B enough that he can feel her warmth bleed through his jeans. He moans into her mouth, calmed in knowing this settles the restlessness.
Instantly, he's addicted. 9S has found the solution, and he's keen to stick with it. Little does he know that it's merely a bandaid to a fatal wound.
She grabs his hand, he lets himself be guided. As her shift exposes her lower half, a greedy palm seeks to push it entirely over her chest, bunching it at her collar. 9S flicks his tongue along the roof of her mouth, marveling the ridges past her teeth until they retract. He bites her lip, pulling the mock flesh before breaking away with the crane of his neck. He exhales, shakingly, realizing that he's very quickly become incredibly hard. Yes. Everything else can fade in favor of that. His need is all he should focus on. Fucking 2B until he's completely out of energy is all he needs.
She'll stay with him. He'll stay with her. Because she's all he needs and screw everything else. This... This is all they need because it fixes everything.
9S arches his back in favor of her unbuttoning his pants, only hiking his pace where he immediately buries his face in her neck and drags his tongue along the chord. Greedy hands take her breasts, squeeze and push while he twitches in anticipation to be disrobed. 2B is generous where 9S is suddenly insatiable, fingers trapping the sensitive bud of her nipples between them and squeezing.
There is absolutely no warning as he bites into her pulse. He wastes no time, and it's pretty clear that he doesn't want to go slow. At least not anymore. ]
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Instantly, he's addicted. 9S has found the solution, and he's keen to stick with it. Little does he know that it's merely a bandaid to a fatal wound.
She grabs his hand, he lets himself be guided. As her shift exposes her lower half, a greedy palm seeks to push it entirely over her chest, bunching it at her collar. 9S flicks his tongue along the roof of her mouth, marveling the ridges past her teeth until they retract. He bites her lip, pulling the mock flesh before breaking away with the crane of his neck. He exhales, shakingly, realizing that he's very quickly become incredibly hard. Yes. Everything else can fade in favor of that. His need is all he should focus on. Fucking 2B until he's completely out of energy is all he needs.
She'll stay with him. He'll stay with her. Because she's all he needs and screw everything else. This... This is all they need because it fixes everything.
9S arches his back in favor of her unbuttoning his pants, only hiking his pace where he immediately buries his face in her neck and drags his tongue along the chord. Greedy hands take her breasts, squeeze and push while he twitches in anticipation to be disrobed. 2B is generous where 9S is suddenly insatiable, fingers trapping the sensitive bud of her nipples between them and squeezing.
There is absolutely no warning as he bites into her pulse. He wastes no time, and it's pretty clear that he doesn't want to go slow. At least not anymore. ]