[ He can't think back to any time that they have been this close. 9S can't help but wonder how it might feel, were they still androids. He'd imagine their temperature gauges would be angry, their Pods warning them of what damage could be caused to their internals. Internal fans working in overdrive, coolant rushing through their system, precious but hardly enough.
It bears no physical consequence, what they're doing now. It's what humans were practically built for, it seems, though it could be argued that emotions could likely be compromised in some way. It may not necessarily be prohibited in their case anymore, but he's habitually guilty at some times. He can't bring himself to care too much right now, especially not when 2B melts so easily against him, her hips rolling into his own. They fit perfectly together, and he notes that rather quick. 9S knew it was a mistake to seek sexual release from others but now? Oh, he's sure he'll kick himself later for the time he'd wasted up until now.
The friction is promising, even when trapped beneath the thick fabric of his clothing. 9S hotly exhales against 2B's lips when he's made very much aware of the arousal he's developed. It practically cries to be released from its fabric prison, but he's enjoying their agonizingly slow delivers of torture. That greedy hand tauntingly gripping her ass loosens only to let his fingers crawl beneath her skirt. They slowly find a grip along her panties, pulling them down with no intention of making it quick. His free hand joins the other, ghosting beneath her thigh to lift it and bend at the knee. He seeks to be completely flush against her, almost framed.
9S had once mentioned his model isn't exactly known for its modesty. That much remains even now, and it shows in the satisfied and almost cocky smirk that takes his lips when she purposefully answers his question in a teasing fashion. He is being petulant. He's totally aware of that, and the same could be said for her. It's not the answer he wanted, but he's amused enough. 9S sighs the smallest chuckle. ]
Cute.
[ It's not uncommon for 2B to mess with him. She does it in her own special way, and 9S can't help but feel a sense of warmth and surge of passion to it. Their dynamic means so much to him, their distance killing him. Being this close is likely the most at-home he's felt since arriving on this island. While he doesn't know much of their cycle, he does know that he's had suspicions. But there's only so much he can confirm in this organic, computerless bag of moving flesh. His consciousness was once a software program, now it serves as a soul. He doesn't want to ask questions.
All he can focus on is the inter-mingle of their breaths. How her lashes kiss his skin, how that little sound may be quiet, but sounds far sexier than anyone else. That voice is normally so cold and serious. He wants to hear it whine and cry his name. He slowly continues to pull down her underwear, all while they agonizingly push each other in this physical standoff. ]
You said you've never denied wanting me. I still haven't heard you outright say it.
[ He's not the best at taunting. Especially her. But the activity is surprisingly fun. His cock is already starting to hurt, but it's worth it. Perhaps she feels the same pain in this delay. 9S exhales a promising little sigh as his nose nudges hers, lips parting as he leans forward, letting them just barely touch before they pull back enough to leave that slight distance. It's tempting to just dive in, especially when they're this close, but it's enjoyable to hold back all the same. ]
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It bears no physical consequence, what they're doing now. It's what humans were practically built for, it seems, though it could be argued that emotions could likely be compromised in some way. It may not necessarily be prohibited in their case anymore, but he's habitually guilty at some times. He can't bring himself to care too much right now, especially not when 2B melts so easily against him, her hips rolling into his own. They fit perfectly together, and he notes that rather quick. 9S knew it was a mistake to seek sexual release from others but now? Oh, he's sure he'll kick himself later for the time he'd wasted up until now.
The friction is promising, even when trapped beneath the thick fabric of his clothing. 9S hotly exhales against 2B's lips when he's made very much aware of the arousal he's developed. It practically cries to be released from its fabric prison, but he's enjoying their agonizingly slow delivers of torture. That greedy hand tauntingly gripping her ass loosens only to let his fingers crawl beneath her skirt. They slowly find a grip along her panties, pulling them down with no intention of making it quick. His free hand joins the other, ghosting beneath her thigh to lift it and bend at the knee. He seeks to be completely flush against her, almost framed.
9S had once mentioned his model isn't exactly known for its modesty. That much remains even now, and it shows in the satisfied and almost cocky smirk that takes his lips when she purposefully answers his question in a teasing fashion. He is being petulant. He's totally aware of that, and the same could be said for her. It's not the answer he wanted, but he's amused enough. 9S sighs the smallest chuckle. ]
Cute.
[ It's not uncommon for 2B to mess with him. She does it in her own special way, and 9S can't help but feel a sense of warmth and surge of passion to it. Their dynamic means so much to him, their distance killing him. Being this close is likely the most at-home he's felt since arriving on this island. While he doesn't know much of their cycle, he does know that he's had suspicions. But there's only so much he can confirm in this organic, computerless bag of moving flesh. His consciousness was once a software program, now it serves as a soul. He doesn't want to ask questions.
All he can focus on is the inter-mingle of their breaths. How her lashes kiss his skin, how that little sound may be quiet, but sounds far sexier than anyone else. That voice is normally so cold and serious. He wants to hear it whine and cry his name. He slowly continues to pull down her underwear, all while they agonizingly push each other in this physical standoff. ]
You said you've never denied wanting me. I still haven't heard you outright say it.
[ He's not the best at taunting. Especially her. But the activity is surprisingly fun. His cock is already starting to hurt, but it's worth it. Perhaps she feels the same pain in this delay. 9S exhales a promising little sigh as his nose nudges hers, lips parting as he leans forward, letting them just barely touch before they pull back enough to leave that slight distance. It's tempting to just dive in, especially when they're this close, but it's enjoyable to hold back all the same. ]
Maybe I can't be sure unless you do.