[ It absolutely isn't what either of them need. What 9S relies upon to bury his doubts and fears doesn't provide the literal burial of them. Even if he treats each thrust into her cunt like a secret he's shoving away, it's not the way this works. Logically, he knows. He knows and he'll think upon it when he can but he simply doesn't want to. 2B devastated him with her affecrion, with the sweet sounds she breathes out as he thrusts into her faster. Harder. 9S feels himself very quickly approaching that edge he recalls so well with his memories returned to him.
He chases it. There will be regret in that when this ends, but it doesn't stop him.
He whines into her neck, loud and careless of those who might hear. And it's something between a pleasured moan and a painful sob. 9S doesn't realize that his tears continue to pile up and pour from his eyes, because he's far too fixated on the promise of climax. 2B struggles, but meets each thrust. He bottoms out inside of her, over and over, her soaked cavern seemingly tighter the more he moves. His fingers curl into her back, body shuddering and hiking in temperature. The telltale crackle of his visuals shows him that he's close, the warnings firing off in his vision louder and more frequent when the threat of his circuits frying become all the more possible.
He feels her breath against his neck, her face so affectionately brushing along his skin. 2B lets him do whatever he pleases, and so he meets that end so quickly. 9S cries out, the broken delivery of her name falling from his lips as hot, thick lubricant spurts from his length. His hips twitch into her, he frantically holds onto her as if he'll lose her, and his vision goes completely white. His internals increase so much in heat, he nearly powers down, latency wracking his functions where he practically seizes on top of her for a short moment. ]
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He chases it. There will be regret in that when this ends, but it doesn't stop him.
He whines into her neck, loud and careless of those who might hear. And it's something between a pleasured moan and a painful sob. 9S doesn't realize that his tears continue to pile up and pour from his eyes, because he's far too fixated on the promise of climax. 2B struggles, but meets each thrust. He bottoms out inside of her, over and over, her soaked cavern seemingly tighter the more he moves. His fingers curl into her back, body shuddering and hiking in temperature. The telltale crackle of his visuals shows him that he's close, the warnings firing off in his vision louder and more frequent when the threat of his circuits frying become all the more possible.
He feels her breath against his neck, her face so affectionately brushing along his skin. 2B lets him do whatever he pleases, and so he meets that end so quickly. 9S cries out, the broken delivery of her name falling from his lips as hot, thick lubricant spurts from his length. His hips twitch into her, he frantically holds onto her as if he'll lose her, and his vision goes completely white. His internals increase so much in heat, he nearly powers down, latency wracking his functions where he practically seizes on top of her for a short moment. ]