[ That gaze is forever burned into his memory, but he just wishes he could have recorded it as he once could as an android. It prolongs his climax, dictates the almost never-ending convulsions that wrack him. 9S sees white hot nothingness, stars framing his vision behind tightly shut eyes while he essentially empties out inside of her. He may as well have transferred his goddamn soul into her in the process, because it feels like it takes an eternity to even slightly come down. Seemingly infinite pleasure and warmth overtakes him, even if the tightening of her cunt along his swollen crown starts to hurt. 9S exhales a shaken, cracked whimper to it, jolting and shivering into her.
He has to pull out. It's a completely unconscious motion, but the threat of over-stimulation is maddening. That isn't to say that he doesn't continue to cling to her, because he sure as shit does. 9S wants to melt into her like snow upon grass, to latch on and never let go.
He would say something, make a comment like he always does, but the instant he pulls back his gaze to see she's still looking at him that way brings pause. ]
Ah--
[ She had wanted him. 9S found plenty of sexual thrill in goading her into saying it, but it meant so much more than that. It still sinks into his skin now, it still shows in her gaze, and 9S finds himself immediately lost and incapable of thought. Everything around them ceases to exist, leaving just the two of them. Raw and tortured... It's a gift that he's a human as much as it's a curse. A look is almost physical in a sense with how it effects him. 9S locks gazes, smoldering still, yet carrying a quality that is very much sobering. He loves her. Why did he wait so long?
He loves her.
9S feels that very same urge to kiss her, and there's a moment he avoids it. As if uncertainty is still there, as if handling his emotions is terrifying when recalling what they're meant to do. What she's meant to do. But it doesn't matter anymore, does it? It doesn't matter as long as they're here. Together. ]
2B.... I....
[ He leans in, but he hesitates. Strange how he does, considering they just plowed into one-another. ]
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He has to pull out. It's a completely unconscious motion, but the threat of over-stimulation is maddening. That isn't to say that he doesn't continue to cling to her, because he sure as shit does. 9S wants to melt into her like snow upon grass, to latch on and never let go.
He would say something, make a comment like he always does, but the instant he pulls back his gaze to see she's still looking at him that way brings pause. ]
Ah--
[ She had wanted him. 9S found plenty of sexual thrill in goading her into saying it, but it meant so much more than that. It still sinks into his skin now, it still shows in her gaze, and 9S finds himself immediately lost and incapable of thought. Everything around them ceases to exist, leaving just the two of them. Raw and tortured... It's a gift that he's a human as much as it's a curse. A look is almost physical in a sense with how it effects him. 9S locks gazes, smoldering still, yet carrying a quality that is very much sobering. He loves her. Why did he wait so long?
He loves her.
9S feels that very same urge to kiss her, and there's a moment he avoids it. As if uncertainty is still there, as if handling his emotions is terrifying when recalling what they're meant to do. What she's meant to do. But it doesn't matter anymore, does it? It doesn't matter as long as they're here. Together. ]
2B.... I....
[ He leans in, but he hesitates. Strange how he does, considering they just plowed into one-another. ]