[ 9S doesn't quite realize how harsh he's being, making it clear that his mind is in too deep of a fog. But the relief he feels in just drowning himself in 2B is tangible, delicious. He loves her. He can remind himself that he loves her rather than hating her and fearing her. This proves it. How could he be unhappy when he's got the physical love and devotion of the one android he cares for?
And so, 9S falls into this with ease.
The immediate sense of white-hot pressure and friction greets him like a goddamn pile of bricks to the skull. It forces his neck craning, lips falling open into a cracked and hoarse cry. The one consistent part of him seems to always be how willingly vocal he is, company be damned. He ignores 2B's questioning, hardly capable of paying attention to the fact that she'd been partly doubtful. That cracked moan draws out, broken into whimpers when he curls over her and digs his fingers into her thighs. The overflow of sensations causes his processors to go in and out, vision fuzzy and causing latency in his actions. It takes a moment for him to gather himself, the next thrust heavy, yet not as harsh as the first. ]
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And so, 9S falls into this with ease.
The immediate sense of white-hot pressure and friction greets him like a goddamn pile of bricks to the skull. It forces his neck craning, lips falling open into a cracked and hoarse cry. The one consistent part of him seems to always be how willingly vocal he is, company be damned. He ignores 2B's questioning, hardly capable of paying attention to the fact that she'd been partly doubtful. That cracked moan draws out, broken into whimpers when he curls over her and digs his fingers into her thighs. The overflow of sensations causes his processors to go in and out, vision fuzzy and causing latency in his actions. It takes a moment for him to gather himself, the next thrust heavy, yet not as harsh as the first. ]
H--Ah, fuck.