[ It's odd how the tone seems to change within an instant. Where 9S had previously felt this surge of desperate, violent need, now it's as if he'd never been tense in the first place. The mark has faded, the headache gone, and everything seems to level out with ease. It's incredible how such a thing happens within a human form. They're fragile, needy, and he can't bring himself to care. Even if his body is significantly weaker, it feels more. Both in emotion and sensation, it's all far more saturated and real.
When 2B looks at him, it strikes a chord. All of her seems to have that effect on him. His face is incredibly flush, expression vulnerable. Suddenly he feels so small, and it's a feeling he can't help but hang on to despite it. He would say more, express himself somehow because the silence is maddening, but 2B closes the distance between them before he can. ]
--!
[ His brow raises, eye wide for but a moment before it registers that she'd had the same intentions. But 9S sinks into it with ease, eyes fluttering shut as their lips meet. The passion is shared on both sides, but feeling it from 2B is agonizing and torturing in the best way. 9S leans in, hand hesitant for but a moment before it cups her cheek and slides fingers through her hair. He hums into her lips, something akin to a whine when the passion is painful. He can't possibly be close enough. It isn't enough, but it's too much all the same. The love and passion is agony, much like living in this fleshy shell has been.
But he loves it. He loves all of it, and honestly never wants to be an android again. The passion is shared on both sides, the gentleness matching. 9S parts his lips and tilts his head, if only to feel closer without outright fucking again. ]
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When 2B looks at him, it strikes a chord. All of her seems to have that effect on him. His face is incredibly flush, expression vulnerable. Suddenly he feels so small, and it's a feeling he can't help but hang on to despite it. He would say more, express himself somehow because the silence is maddening, but 2B closes the distance between them before he can. ]
--!
[ His brow raises, eye wide for but a moment before it registers that she'd had the same intentions. But 9S sinks into it with ease, eyes fluttering shut as their lips meet. The passion is shared on both sides, but feeling it from 2B is agonizing and torturing in the best way. 9S leans in, hand hesitant for but a moment before it cups her cheek and slides fingers through her hair. He hums into her lips, something akin to a whine when the passion is painful. He can't possibly be close enough. It isn't enough, but it's too much all the same. The love and passion is agony, much like living in this fleshy shell has been.
But he loves it. He loves all of it, and honestly never wants to be an android again. The passion is shared on both sides, the gentleness matching. 9S parts his lips and tilts his head, if only to feel closer without outright fucking again. ]