[ It was so worth the wait, but 9S can't help but chastise himself for taking this long to reach this point. The two of them had made a mistake. Even in just the first thrust alone, 9S is washed over with these sensations and feelings that have been practically nonexistent until now. He's hardly terrible at what he does, but he's never outright enjoyed it.
2B's moans are both a pleasant surprise, and an indication of his losing control. It drives him crazy, hearing such a musical and desperate tone coming from the woman he's known as hardened and stubborn. It's gratifying, intense, and 9S feels as if he's grown harder at the concept.
His fingers curl into her hips, body bent over for the time being as he pulls his hips back before delivering yet another hard thrust. They become frequent, develop a pattern, seeking that wet friction that so deliciously delivers with each push. He can feel her pulse, feel her muscles greedily pull him in and protest when he partially pulls out. The crown of his need crushes against her resistance, where it feels almost painfully smothered but the pain brings far more pleasure than discomfort. In fact, there is no discomfort to be found. Androids are uncertain of gods, but 9S is almost certain he's found it inside of her. ]
H--Ah, shit...
[ His face is pressed into her neck at this angle, breath hot and heavy with every single thrust, and he can't help but allow his gaze to watch their connection as 2B does. Sticky, wet arousal clings to his need, spreads to his lower half and leave a web between them with every pull back. 9S exhales an amused, almost amazed sort of sound, his voice hoarse and heavy. ]
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2B's moans are both a pleasant surprise, and an indication of his losing control. It drives him crazy, hearing such a musical and desperate tone coming from the woman he's known as hardened and stubborn. It's gratifying, intense, and 9S feels as if he's grown harder at the concept.
His fingers curl into her hips, body bent over for the time being as he pulls his hips back before delivering yet another hard thrust. They become frequent, develop a pattern, seeking that wet friction that so deliciously delivers with each push. He can feel her pulse, feel her muscles greedily pull him in and protest when he partially pulls out. The crown of his need crushes against her resistance, where it feels almost painfully smothered but the pain brings far more pleasure than discomfort. In fact, there is no discomfort to be found. Androids are uncertain of gods, but 9S is almost certain he's found it inside of her. ]
H--Ah, shit...
[ His face is pressed into her neck at this angle, breath hot and heavy with every single thrust, and he can't help but allow his gaze to watch their connection as 2B does. Sticky, wet arousal clings to his need, spreads to his lower half and leave a web between them with every pull back. 9S exhales an amused, almost amazed sort of sound, his voice hoarse and heavy. ]
Y-You're... So wet, 2B. Fuck.