[ 2B figures she's always belonged to him, even before she ever consciously knew it. Her body accepts him so easily, desperately clinging to every inch of him and reluctant to let him go. Her hips press upwards into him as best they can from her compromised position, aching and eager to take everything he has to give, literally and figuratively. She shudders beneath him as he pulls back only to push forward, bottoming out inside of her and causing her to hiss.
Her insides grind and shudder around him, prompting her to hold him close as that pained whimper emanates from his throat. 2B grits her teeth as he thrusts into her again, over and over, a fractured, strangled noise eventually pushing past her lips in spite of herself. 2B knows 9S is avoiding something, trying to bury it deep inside of her... And all she can do is let him, because it's the only thing she knows how to.
Sheltering him in her arms, she feels the sorrow that cracks the desperate moan he entombs in the crook of her neck, prompting her to hold him a little more tightly. She wants to comfort him, somehow, but finds herself helplessly pinned underneath him; she wants this just as much as he does, honestly, and the fact that she's soaking wet is likely an indicator enough of that fact. His thrusts drive her to make more of those soft, strangled little cries, forcing air out of her lungs when he ups his pace.
This isn't what he needs-- what either of them need. But 2B falls into it anyway, holding him tight and willing him to bury and drown out whatever it is he needs to inside of her. Her eyes flutter shut as he holds her, prompting her to curl upwards as she gently presses his face into the hollow of her neck, small, desperate noises emanating from her throat as he fucks her. ]
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Her insides grind and shudder around him, prompting her to hold him close as that pained whimper emanates from his throat. 2B grits her teeth as he thrusts into her again, over and over, a fractured, strangled noise eventually pushing past her lips in spite of herself. 2B knows 9S is avoiding something, trying to bury it deep inside of her... And all she can do is let him, because it's the only thing she knows how to.
Sheltering him in her arms, she feels the sorrow that cracks the desperate moan he entombs in the crook of her neck, prompting her to hold him a little more tightly. She wants to comfort him, somehow, but finds herself helplessly pinned underneath him; she wants this just as much as he does, honestly, and the fact that she's soaking wet is likely an indicator enough of that fact. His thrusts drive her to make more of those soft, strangled little cries, forcing air out of her lungs when he ups his pace.
This isn't what he needs-- what either of them need. But 2B falls into it anyway, holding him tight and willing him to bury and drown out whatever it is he needs to inside of her. Her eyes flutter shut as he holds her, prompting her to curl upwards as she gently presses his face into the hollow of her neck, small, desperate noises emanating from her throat as he fucks her. ]