[ 2B responds, but does little by way of initiating their next movements; she senses that 9S needs this, and she isn't about to deny him that. Her guilt dictates the way she kisses him, and it destroys her; she wonders if she'd still act this way if he didn't remember everything she's ever done to him. While she thinks so, she isn't in a position to rightly say and she knows it. When he moans, she kisses him a little bit deeper, seeking to swallow more of his sounds.
2B doesn't make any noise. She can't bring herself to. Her body, efficient as ever, has already initiated the processes to prepare her for what she knows is coming. Warmth pools, sticky and sweet between her legs as he exposes her torso fully, and while she gives a soft grunt of discomfort as his teeth scrape against her lower lip, she doesn't fight him. 2B is almost relieved as he buries his face in the crook of her neck, allowing her to stare up at the ceiling as the hand that successfully undid his jeans finds the back of his head.
Her fingers lightly tangle in his hair as he frees both of his hands in favor of squeezing and kneading her breasts, a soft, short noise building at the back of her throat in response. 2B uses her free hand to work his pants down his hips, catching a glimpse of his need-- she wonders how long he's been this hard-- and wasting no time in lightly grasping it, pumping her fingers up and down its length. It's around then that he bites down into her neck, prompting her to hiss.
2B squeezes his cock in retaliation, but doesn't do much more than that. Craning her neck upwards, she presses her lips to his shoulder, ghosting light kisses along its surface before taking the skin between her teeth, suckling and biting him in return. If it's what he wants, then she'll give it to him. ]
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2B doesn't make any noise. She can't bring herself to. Her body, efficient as ever, has already initiated the processes to prepare her for what she knows is coming. Warmth pools, sticky and sweet between her legs as he exposes her torso fully, and while she gives a soft grunt of discomfort as his teeth scrape against her lower lip, she doesn't fight him. 2B is almost relieved as he buries his face in the crook of her neck, allowing her to stare up at the ceiling as the hand that successfully undid his jeans finds the back of his head.
Her fingers lightly tangle in his hair as he frees both of his hands in favor of squeezing and kneading her breasts, a soft, short noise building at the back of her throat in response. 2B uses her free hand to work his pants down his hips, catching a glimpse of his need-- she wonders how long he's been this hard-- and wasting no time in lightly grasping it, pumping her fingers up and down its length. It's around then that he bites down into her neck, prompting her to hiss.
2B squeezes his cock in retaliation, but doesn't do much more than that. Craning her neck upwards, she presses her lips to his shoulder, ghosting light kisses along its surface before taking the skin between her teeth, suckling and biting him in return. If it's what he wants, then she'll give it to him. ]