[ It's quiet. It becomes so quiet that 9S realizes he's been in physical pain this entire week. The pain had increased over time, the voices in his head louder and louder. Goading him to abandon this, to end... Everything in favor of all of this just going away but this...
God, this is preferred. Already, the sudden spike of his internal temperature triggers his fans to work in overdrive; a relieving sensation because he feels alive for once. He shivers when her fingers tighten through wefts of white, scalp tingling with the pressure that causes his hips to unintentionally buck well before his pants are down.
Ah, but nothing makes him shiver more than the sudden sensation of her teeth biting down and pulling. It's wet, warm, and the sting brings a hot rush of pleasure through his receptors. They work seemingly harder, as if they're ablaze. 9S hisses against her neck, exhaling another shaken moan that is soft, but saturated in need and lust. 2B's hand finds his length quick, pulling him from the confines of his pants that she gracefully discards.
His hands pry themselves from her breasts, quick to adjust himself. The sudden sensation of her warm, soft fingers squeezing on his cock has him eager for more. Hungry for it. Because it will keep everything silent, and he wants to continue drowning himself in the sounds of fucking her so his thoughts don't come back.
Hn--
[ His mock flesh feels as though it's on fire, with burning pinpricks shooting along his arms and legs. He needs more. With a sudden quickness, his hands reach down, grasping hard at her thighs and working to push them back. 9S seeks to bend her legs over his shoulders, despite their differences in size. His hips roll forward, carrying an immediate sense of urgency that this needs to move forward now. And that much is made extremely clear when he seeks to move himself away from her hand in favor of basically impaling her on first impact. ]
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God, this is preferred. Already, the sudden spike of his internal temperature triggers his fans to work in overdrive; a relieving sensation because he feels alive for once. He shivers when her fingers tighten through wefts of white, scalp tingling with the pressure that causes his hips to unintentionally buck well before his pants are down.
Ah, but nothing makes him shiver more than the sudden sensation of her teeth biting down and pulling. It's wet, warm, and the sting brings a hot rush of pleasure through his receptors. They work seemingly harder, as if they're ablaze. 9S hisses against her neck, exhaling another shaken moan that is soft, but saturated in need and lust. 2B's hand finds his length quick, pulling him from the confines of his pants that she gracefully discards.
His hands pry themselves from her breasts, quick to adjust himself. The sudden sensation of her warm, soft fingers squeezing on his cock has him eager for more. Hungry for it. Because it will keep everything silent, and he wants to continue drowning himself in the sounds of fucking her so his thoughts don't come back.
Hn--
[ His mock flesh feels as though it's on fire, with burning pinpricks shooting along his arms and legs. He needs more. With a sudden quickness, his hands reach down, grasping hard at her thighs and working to push them back. 9S seeks to bend her legs over his shoulders, despite their differences in size. His hips roll forward, carrying an immediate sense of urgency that this needs to move forward now. And that much is made extremely clear when he seeks to move himself away from her hand in favor of basically impaling her on first impact. ]