[ In hindsight, the table was likely not the best choice. At least not in terms of their first coupling being this way. It's carnal, it's rough, but 9S supposes that he wouldn't have it any other way.
It's the first time he's thankful that their weights have been essentially cut in half since their shift to becoming human. Otherwise? This table would be debris.
9S grips tightly at her hips, fingers curling into her flesh as he picks up the pace. The friction is damning, yet addicting. Never has he felt such a surge of arousal, but he supposes it's from the constant desire of having 2B in such a way. He loves her. Impossibly so. That much has been consistent since their time shared in their world. He can blame his jealousy on that, but it doesn't matter now that they're physically intertwined.
It's like every thrust forces a sound from her, something glorious and beautiful. 9S turns his attention to merely watch her expressions contort and tense with every pull and push of his hips. He commits every single image to memory, cursing himself that it's only a human memory, and not something he can physically record.
He exhales a chuckle, labored and broken as it molds into a moan. 9S inhales sharply against her neck as he continues to pound into her. ]
I had my-- Nn...Nnaahr-reasons.
[ While 9S struggles to speak, he seems pretty keen on continuing. There's only lack of reply when he gets distracted by the wet sounds of their bodies consistently connecting and pulling back. He can feel her fluids drip down, stick between them and coat whatever they manage to reach. The room fills with the fragrant smell of their coupling, and he's immediately intoxicated by it. 9S grits his teeth and grunts through a continuing grin against her neck. ]
God, I wanted this. I wanted this so, hh--Ahhnngh so bad.
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It's the first time he's thankful that their weights have been essentially cut in half since their shift to becoming human. Otherwise? This table would be debris.
9S grips tightly at her hips, fingers curling into her flesh as he picks up the pace. The friction is damning, yet addicting. Never has he felt such a surge of arousal, but he supposes it's from the constant desire of having 2B in such a way. He loves her. Impossibly so. That much has been consistent since their time shared in their world. He can blame his jealousy on that, but it doesn't matter now that they're physically intertwined.
It's like every thrust forces a sound from her, something glorious and beautiful. 9S turns his attention to merely watch her expressions contort and tense with every pull and push of his hips. He commits every single image to memory, cursing himself that it's only a human memory, and not something he can physically record.
He exhales a chuckle, labored and broken as it molds into a moan. 9S inhales sharply against her neck as he continues to pound into her. ]
I had my-- Nn...Nnaahr-reasons.
[ While 9S struggles to speak, he seems pretty keen on continuing. There's only lack of reply when he gets distracted by the wet sounds of their bodies consistently connecting and pulling back. He can feel her fluids drip down, stick between them and coat whatever they manage to reach. The room fills with the fragrant smell of their coupling, and he's immediately intoxicated by it. 9S grits his teeth and grunts through a continuing grin against her neck. ]
God, I wanted this. I wanted this so, hh--Ahhnngh so bad.
2B--