castellae | Ongoing PSL - In-game setting

Ongoing PSL - In-game setting

"You say that you're no good for me, cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve--"

[ 2B understands the want to be close. The want to touch. She isn't sure when it had become evident, but it had, and 9S is at the center of all of her dark, forbidden desires. She can't count how many times she's thought of tracing her fingers along the fullness of his lips, of feeling his skin beneath her fingertips, of bringing her hands to his neck and squeezing until---

That heavy, tight feeling returns to her chest, seizing her systems and causing them to skip. 2B averts her gaze from her partner, grateful for the order she'd given her Pod as her adrenaline pumps cease their thrumming. ]

9S. [ She steps closer to him, an eerie calm coming over her as she closes the distance between them. It's not unlike the calm that overtakes her when she's given the kill order from Command, when she stops to think about it, but there's no directive here. Just herself and 9S. ] I'm not going to forget, so you may as well spit it out.

[ Depraved thoughts are shared on both sides. 9S isn't exactly quiet when it comes to expressing how he feels about anyone or anything. He's even expressed having an attraction to his Operator. Shyness is there, but it doesn't fully control him. It comes from his habitual rambling, his stating of what he sees as result of his model. ]

[ He just hasn't been so open with 2B. It's not like she's easy to read, and she shuts things down quick. Not exactly great for a guy's gumption or ego when he's already so awkward to begin with. ]

[ 2B steps closer, and his gaze goes right back to what it had been doing before. His attention is skewed, the magazine having essentially ruined his manner of processing his surroundings for the time being. He can hear the gentle hum of her motors, feel the heat radiate from her frame against his. 9S' pulse-rate hikes in numbers when he's met with such a calm expression in this close of proximity. ]

2B, I'm telling you, I didn't--

Analysis: Core temperature continuing to rise to problematic levels. Internal fluids have redirected southward, and priorities have been shifted. This can cause interference with mental processing, and may negatively effect scanning capabilities.

[ 9S is forced to silence, finding himself cornered against a wall when his Pod essentially calls him out. ]

...

[ His head dips down, exhaling a sigh. ]

Pod... Discontinue all status reports until further notice.

[ God, the embarrassment in his voice is tangible. That... Likely destroys his argument. ]

[ 2B can't even put a label to what she's feeling; she doubts she ever could. 9S wears his heart on his sleeve, and there's no question about that. By contrast, 2B is quiet. Cold. Calculated. Everything she says is measured, weighed, and measured again before being whittled down to its most efficient. She is so, so unlike 9S that it's a wonder that they get along the way they do.

Other operators have seen their rapport, have even commented on it. Every single statement had been a knife driven further into the back of 2B's neck. None of them knew, and how could they? She'd been created for this. The Commander had told her that the time to act would be soon. It's with that in mind that her hand darts out, fingers curling around the collar around 9S' neck, pulling him closer to her.

2B has been here before. Close, but never quite this much. With her free hand, she reaches out and lowers his visor from his eyes, pulling it down towards his nose. Her expression is thoughtful and impassive behind her own mask, and she makes no moves to lower her own. ]

Look at me and tell me you weren't implying anything.

[ 9S has never been in such a state of embarrassment and... Well... Thrill. He realizes that he's cornered, hasn't quite settled with the fact that his Pod has outed him, but then again? 2B is far from the foolish type. She may be a combat model, but there is still an extreme level of intelligence required to be efficient. There's a way to talk himself out of this, but that ship has sailed. ]

[ It's true that their dynamic is air-tight, and 9S can't imagine himself partnered with anyone else. 2B is an enigma, aloof and often cold, but he can't help how he's drawn to her. How attached he is to her. 2B is the only good thing he has going for him, and he hasn't felt lonely in her presence. He was so fucking lonely. ]

[ His back presses against the wall, as if he may melt into it at any given moment. There's no hiding the state of his being when his internal fans begin to work in overdrive. Coolant is delivered in a white-hot shock, fast enough to force a jolt from him. It's a promise of sensory overdrive that he isn't prepared for. ]

[ 9S' lips part as her hand curls along his collar, the leather of her gloves whispering as they tighten and pull. His eyes are wide, pupils dilating as they're exposed from beyond his combat visor. 9S swallows thickly, uncertain as to why he feels a shock of thrill that shoots from the top of his head, down his spine and to his toes. ]

Wh... What if I had been?

[ 2B watches him, watches the way he swallows hard as his back bumps against the wall, and she sidles even closer. The front of her thigh presses between 9S' legs as she looms over him, tilting his chin upwards as her nose brushes against his. The gray-blue of his eyes is evident even in the gloom of the basement, and her grip on his collar only tightens.

She knows damn well how lonely he's been. It only serves to make her feel even more disgusting, orchestrating a situation like this. She knows a thing or two about loneliness, but she also knows that she has no right treating him this way, knowing what she knows.

Still, 2B persists. The feeling of him, warm and hard against her, is undeniable. Her internal systems find equilibrium in spite of the way euphoria jolts through her nerves at the roughness of her handling of him, and she pulls his visor away fully, leaving his eyes completely exposed. ]

What if you had been. [ She responds, her mouth drawn into a tight line. She doesn't fully know what she's doing, she just knows she wants him. ] This isn't the time for lying to me. You need to tell me what you want.

[ 2B has always maintained a stoic, harsh type of demeanor. The longer 9S sticks around, the more he realizes that he's drawn to it. The way it seems like she's ignoring him, yet she isn't. The harshness of her tone when she speaks to him, yet the gentleness that seems to bleed through at the oddest times. 9S is drawn to a woman who allures him like no other, and he's programmed to take orders. To be a proud soldier. 2B runs the show, and because he's a good soldier, he is thrilled. ]

[ As the combat visor is fully removed, 9S only catches one last glimpse of red warnings that alert him of his high temperature. His fluids will undeniably require being changed after this. Maintenance will come earlier than intended, and questioning will likely follow it. In knowing that? He shivers. ]

[ 9S eyes lock directly with 2B's, almost permanently glued while his lips fall into a fine line. As their noses touch, his neck cranes to better meet her. God, he can feel her heat radiate from her lips. 9S feels a delicious sort of pressure between his legs as she destroys any and all distance between them, sparking a jolt of his hips that is completely unintended. ]

[ His nervousness still exists, still has him pondering what to say. But 9S is also an eager model, curious to the very end. While his shyness may be his undoing in plenty of situations, something in his mind clicks that this may lead to what they had just gotten done scanning through. What he implied bears opportunity. Opportunity to act as humans had, opportunity to learn... ]

[ Opportunity to touch 2B, to be touched. Something shuts down that part of him which dictates that nervousness and a shaken hand reaches for 2B by the wrist, grip tight and insisting. ]

I want to be fucked.

Edited 2017-04-13 05:52 (UTC)

[ That stoicism has served her well during her years of service as 9S' partner, and while she can't speak for him, she knows that it certainly doesn't put him off. She's happy to maintain the status quo between them: she knows that she holds all the cards in their relationship, leaving him vulnerable in places where she isn't.

2B can feel heat radiating off of him in waves, and she moves slowly, warming her gloved palm against the front of his neck. She can feel the shape of his Adam's apple-- so strange, a construct only to make Scanner units appear more human-- underneath the curve of her hand, and she gently cups him there, her thumb gently smoothing along the crook of his neck.

She holds him fast as he jerks against her, and doesn't fight when his fingers encircle her wrist. The movement is so delicate; she knows she could easily crush him. She has crushed him before, with little resistance. When he speaks, she presses the front of her torso to his, her knee crooking in order to roll lazily against the crux of his thighs. ]

By who?

[ It seems that the act of discovery initiates quick. 9S continues to be cornered, pressed hard against the wall as 2B seeks to keep the upper-hand. She can have it. All of it. 9S can't help the rush in knowing that the idea of being roughly handled by his partner excites him beyond words. Such an odd thing to be into, and 9S hadn't expected himself to have such preferences. ]

[ Her hand begins to clench around his neck, prompting a sharp inhale through his nose as he straightens against her. His grip around her wrist tightens, and 2B is not mistaken when she feels that he's pulling at her wrist in order to press that hand into his neck. ]

[ 9S is not much for stoicism, but he wears it now. The analytical part of him ceases any nervousness that could perhaps delay any of this. He wants to feel something, experience being touched by 2B. Ruined by her. Nothing comes to mind that properly explains why he feels this way. ]

[ There may be only brief hesitation in his response, however, but his bashfulness is hidden only in minor silence. 9S keeps a straight look on his face, lips in a fine line despite the way his cheeks dust a darker shade of pink. There's a sudden spark in his eye, a deviousness that hadn't been there previously. Yet a perk of his brow carries innocence, an attempt at looking harmless when he hardly knows what he is doing. 9S deliberately rolls into her knee, both out of need and a curiosity as to what that action might bring. An unexpected sense of friction has his lips briefly twitching, eyes glowing. ]

Unit... 2B.

Edited 2017-04-13 06:48 (UTC)

[ 2B feels a rush of gratification at 9S' willingness to have her push him flush against the wall, and the ghost of a smile spreads across her lips as he pulls her hand more tightly against his neck. It would seem that the cycle never ends, even here. Part of her wants to laugh. Another part wants to weep. All of her wants to give him exactly what he wants, though she knows it goes against her prime directive.

Pulling away, she buries her face into his temple, murmuring hotly against his ear as she roughly yanks him against her. ] How badly?

[ Something hot and bitter begins to well in her gut, lubricant already beginning to darken the fabric of her undersuit between her thighs. This is wrong. So wrong, all things considered. 2B does her best to burn the image of 9S, flushed and lovely, from her mind; she tries to focus on her directive but it does nothing in the face of him. The purity of his expression almost physically pains her.

9S really is a lamb to the slaughter. ]

Is it only me you want? Or are there others? Operator 21O is quite pretty... I'm sure you've considered her, too.

Edited 2017-04-13 07:05 (UTC)

[ If only he had known what is in store for him soon. Multiple resets have left him blissfully unaware. Perhaps this would be bittersweet, perhaps he would be angry. But all 9S knows is he's incredibly drawn to 2B, desperate to be with her in as many ways as he can be. To belong to her. ]

[ The thickness of his coat rustles when it's roughly pulled, the sudden jerk of his body causing a soft grunt from him. His face burns, warnings still alerting him in the back of his mind. Reminding him of that increasing temperature and pulse. The mechanism serving as his heart causes the mock-flesh of his chest to spasm, easily felt between them. ]

[ 9S' neck cranes as her lips come close to his ear, the vibrations of her voice tickling at his senses. He bites his lip, air becoming just a little less easy to breathe when he forces her hand even harder against his neck. The persistent erection having initiated between his legs indicates that he's been ready long enough. Software that hasn't activated before, a tool erecting itself that has never been used. It's as useless as the human appendix, yet 9S finds himself desperate to see what it is capable of. ]

[ He can feel the heat that radiates from between 2B's legs. 9S can't help but wonder how it feels. How it tastes. ]

Nn--

[ His brow twitches, 9S struggles initially to reply. But his tone remains light, curious, yet a touch dark when it comes to how he complies. ]

Maybe once.

But I think of you more than I have anyone else. Stare at. Fantasize about.

[ A sharp gasp. ]

They don't own me like you do.

Edited 2017-04-13 07:17 (UTC)

... Ah...

[ 2B stills at what he says, his words hitting her in places she hadn't known had been capable of feeling them. She presses against him, molding her body flush with his, her pulse accelerating and her internal processes kicking into overdrive. Every breath he sucks in, every noise he makes, every sly glance and murmured syllable makes 2B feel like drowning.

She can feel his artificial heart pounding against her chest, and it makes her ache. She wants to hold him, to cradle him to her; she wants to keep him safe and warm as much as she wants to tear him the fuck apart. The sensation reminds her of the birds they'd seen upon their arrival to the city: fluttering and fragile, so easy to destroy with a sudden, certain movement. As 9S twists and pulls her hand against his neck, her grip tightens, fingertips digging into the sides of his throat. She can feel his pulse, vital and steady beneath her grasp, and her own breath hitches.

Not yet, she thinks to herself. There is no way to preserve his black box while we're trapped here. There's no sense in doing it now.

2B allows her own hips to slot against his, a soft exhalation of breath the only indication that she's feeling this as much as he is. She doesn't say anything in response to him; she can't. His words cut her deep and rob her of speech. Instead, she presses against him, desperate and quiet, the hand not at his throat working deftly at the buttons holding his coat closed.

She needs to be closer to him. Needs to feel more. ]

[ In this particular position, he's essentially incapable of much movement. 2B, given her model, bears much more weight in artillery and equipment than he. So it's quite easy to be successfully cornered. But he's content, thrilled to be trapped by her. She could absolutely destroy him, and he would comply. Wouldn't fight it. Not when he simply just wants her to want him. ]

[ She says nothing. Simply exhales and that much is expected of her. 2B is a woman more of action than words, and god, god he wants that action directed on him. ]

[ 9S cannot put into words why there is something gratifying in her cutting off his oxygen bit by bit. Perhaps it could be argued that such a dangerous preference and curiosity is built in to his systems, complimenting 2B's main obligation. But if that were the case, he would never beg for his life as he has in the past. ]

[ Yet, somehow, that masochism is very much there. Now, at least. ]

Hhkkh--

[ The sound of labored breathing follows the tightening of her grip. 9S tilts his head, bites his lip yet again as air leaves him. His visuals start to glitch, suffer a latency that is kissed with fuzzy images that go in and out. His artificial skin prickles, a spike in his sensory processes that causes a throb through his entire being. Each pulse feeling like a tremor. It's exciting. ]

[ He wants to melt into 2B, to be nothing but hers. To give himself to her completely so he might never feel the pain of loneliness and fear ever again. It is in her grip, in her presence that he matters. ]

[ 9S has one remaining hand, and so he is at least able to assist in the swift removal of his uniform. His artificial heart pounds against his exposed chest. The silicon that shields his robotic skeleton is a glowing ivory, yet inconsistent in color with the grey panels that line along his hips and abdomen. His hand is trembling, but it manages to get the upper half off in her favor. Despite how it shakes, it reaches forward, curious when a gloved hand takes beneath her skirt, gripping her thigh. ]

[ 2B is more than happy to keep him still, to keep him safe just for her to bend and break, her prime directive gradually reaching fulfillment in its own twisted way. Something dark and dangerous is building within her, melding with her sadness and grief and weaponizing it, turning it into a sick form of sadism.

She wants him, desperately. Therein lies the root of all her problems.

2B begins to tighten her grip on his neck by degrees, feeling the way his pulse quickens with every squeeze and twitch of her fingers. With his coat discarded, she runs a palm along the smooth, unblemished flesh of his torso, marveling at the unmarred surface. It's beautiful in that it's his, and while she's driven her blade through it more times than she's comfortable admitting, she takes her time admiring it from this standpoint. She loosens her grip only when she feels his processes begin to stutter, gradually repeating the cycle over and over again.

Digging her knee between his legs with more urgency, she posits herself in order to give him easier access to what he seeks beneath her skirt. As his fingers graze against the lengths of fabric holding her dress closed, she gives a shuddering sigh. ] Untie it, [ She commands, the hand at his torso diving southward in order to get between her leg and his crotch. She palms at his erection, strange through the thick fabric of his pants, her fingers finding its shape as she looms above him. 2B pulls away only to look into his eyes as she does this, her expression impassively unchanging beneath her visor. ]

[ Wouldn't it be simpler if she could just keep him for her sake. Command be damned. But that is not the reality of their relationship, and 9S remains blissfully unaware. ]

[ The tighter her grip, the more his vision begins to cloud. His pulse spikes, stutters, and it's when he's just on the verge of losing consciousness that 2B loosens her grip. And 9S gasps, head rolling back against the wall as an unintended moan cracks when it falls from his lips. He's almost considerably unfamiliar with the length that rises between his legs. It's never been used, yet he's fascinated that it functions completely on its own. ]

[ The software which supports such a part initiates without warning, without command. 9S has absolutely no control of these sensations, and that alone drives him wild. It throbs to the sudden rush he feels in nearly losing consciousness, in how delicious that first inhale of air is. And just as soon as he finds reprieve, 2B begins to take it away again. ]

[ He wonders if she'll rip him apart. ]

[ Once the coat falls, 9S shakes his gloves off, leaving his hands bare. They're hot to the touch, his internal temperature still strikingly high. They continue to tremble as they carry out 2B's order immediately. ]

Nn.

[ Her dress comes undone, deftly and gracefully, exposing her to him in a way that steals a labored hum of delight. Greedy palms reach straight for her ass, fingers digging in to mounds of flesh as he forcibly pulls 2B closer. It works in time to the hand which teasingly cups at his groin, and the friction shocks him like nothing he's felt before. ]

2... 2B.

[ It's hard to speak as she continues to cut off his air. The challenge makes him shudder. As she keeps her gaze upon him, she'll watch as he bites his lip yet again. Innocent yet so very depraved in its intentions. ]

Ruin me. I deserve it.

[ 2B thinks he looks more lovely than ever like this, and her brow furrows slightly as she gets caught up in watching him. Her expression is halfway between captivation and sorrow, and she prays and dreads leaving bruises along his neck in equal measure. She feels him, breakable and small in her hands as his pulse shudders, his processes struggling to maintain stasis within his core as she robs them of oxygen. He throbs against her hand the longer he goes without oxygen, and 2B can't help but marvel.

It's almost as if he was created to fall to her. The thought pains 2B as much as it arouses her. 9S, similarly, seems to get off on the lack of control, and the ecstasy on his face reassures her that this is alright, that he wants this as badly as she does.

She knows she's going to kill him, sooner rather than later. Command clued her in on his coming to realize the truth about the moon colony, though the storm had broken all contact between them and her. 2B knows that the kill command is inevitable, and yet...

The hand gripping his cock-- can it even be called that?-- through his pants begins to tear at the fabric insistently, eager to feel 9S throb and pulsate in her hand as he pulls her closer. He feels impossibly hot, and when she speaks, her voice is hoarse. ]

Your servos will seize at this rate.

[ It's slightly scolding, but she means every word. When he speaks again, her breath catches, tapering into a soft, slow exhale before she speaks again. How is it that his words hurt the way they do? ]

No... You don't deserve it. [ And yet, the grip she has on his throat tightens again. She's grateful for her visor, as he can't see the pain that clouds her eyes. ] I'm going to break you because you want it.

[ There is absolutely no understanding behind the words in which she carries regarding him not deserving this. 9S has plenty of internal guilt-- Guilt which has arisen simply because his own confidence has always been lacking. Yet 2B brings about a side of him he never knew existed. He's grateful for the touches, for the rough treatment, because it somehow shows how resilient and wanted he is. ]

[ Before he can even think on it, the hand at his throat tightens, just as the other snakes through his remaining clothing and takes hold of his length. 9S is rendered incapable of speech, the sudden spark of his sensory nerves taking him by surprise. His head rolls back, lips falling in yet another moan. His own grip at her ass tightens briefly, trembling as they slip tentatively beneath her leotard, snapping at the tight fabric when they retract. If only to reach up and work to yank them down entirely. ]

Please.

[ 2B can barely focus on the way his hand feels against her ass; just having him in her hands commands all of her attention, which is exactly how she wants it. His length isn't large; not like the images presented in the magazines they'd found... but to 2B, he's perfect. The surface of his cock is smooth and warm, pulsating with circulating fluids and erectors that make him feel unyielding and solid in her hand. Experimentally, she strokes her hand up and along his length, exploring the way it feels as the smooth velvet of her glove drags along its perfect surface.

2B knows the extent of 9S' resilience better than anyone, and it's because of this that she knows exactly how best to break him. She makes a soft noise-- not quite a moan-- as his hand clumsily works at her leotard. It's only then that she withdraws her hand from her throat, pushing the offending article of clothing off of her body and allowing it to fall into an unceremonious heap onto the floor.

She's left in the upper part of her dress, her gloves, boots, and stockings. 2B bears the same discolorations of her torso panels as he does, but her sex-- in a manner of speaking-- is a perfect cleft between her thighs, soft and small. She's never paid it much thought until now, where it throbs, slick and aching, and she plucks the hand 9S has posited upon her ass between her thighs, his fingers quickly becoming coated with lubricant. ]

There, [ She breathes, her hips bearing down slightly against him as her hand shakily reassumes its place at the base of his throat. Her lips part slightly as she bites back a moan, the feeling of his fingers pressing against her sending her sensory nodes aflame. ]

[ Perhaps it's something of a gift that 9S has only gathered so much information about sex. The way 2B runs her delicate fingers long his length sends shocks through his frame, the threat of a sensory overload simply from the velvet of her gloves. It's even more intriguing that instinct has him rolling into her hand, desperate for friction. ]

[ Her leotard is successfully removed, exposing a part of her that only a light breeze would give just a small taste of. 2B's skin is glowing, glorious, and his bare hands were thought to have been spoiled simply in drifting along those legs. He's proven wrong the instant she ceases motion in favor of placing his hand between her thighs. What greets her warrants a sharp inhale, fingers coated with thick hot wetness along soft folds of mock-flesh. 9S has never quite felt anything so... Curious in his life. It seems her body yields for him, her muscles throbbing when he experimentally rolls his index and middle finger along her sex. ]

Ah--

[ She clenches his neck, forcing a shiver. His eyes lock upon her face, watch her lips as they fall open, and despite oxygen leaving him quick? He's able to find focus on seeking to earn more. 9S rolls his fingers along the bundle of nerves beneath what was shaped to represent a clit, an action born purely of his curiosity when he initially feels it. ]

I'll... I'll do whatever you want.

[ When 9S moves in tandem with her strokes, 2B is heartened; she scarcely knows what she's doing, but if he wants more, then it doesn't matter. Her strokes quicken almost instantly, unrelenting as he rolls into her hand, her tactical visor delivering the sight of his expression to her with crystal clarity. She rolls her thumb along the tip of his length, vaguely wondering what it would be like to take it into her mouth... but she supposes that that might be best saved for another time. If there is one, anyway.

The crux of her thighs feels molten in a way that combat could never provide, a soft, shuddering inhale betraying the way her teeth bite hard upon her bottom lip. As he moves his fingers against her, 2B finds her visual drivers faltering, the stabilizers in her legs threatening to seize and give way as he rubs his fingertips along a particularly sensitive portion of her slit. She hadn't known it was possible for her to produce this much lubricating fluid, the folds of her sex surprisingly soft and warm.

2B's grip on 9S' neck falters as she struggles to keep balance despite her best efforts, her hips jerking and rolling erratically as he toys with her. The hand at his cock continues to lavish his shaft with attention, squeezing and rolling her fingers along its length. Her breaths come in sharp, labored gasps as her mind practically short-circuits, a soft, half-desperate voice eking past her lips. ] N-Nines--

[ It's a miracle that their systems can even function at all, given how the pleasure is so intense and powerful. 9S shivers with delight at the warmth of her gloves, of the way his pulse seems to only feel powerful between his legs with every roll of her hand. The fingers that assault her below are to the knuckle, and he can't help but wonder what it would feel like to impale her with his need. ]

[ No... No not yet. Not until they've both fulfilled the need of touching every reachable part of one another. 2B is incapable of focus along his neck, but that is perfectly fine. Especially when his curiosity has his entire focus on her cunt. ]

[ Two digits work her "clit" when a particular reaction confirms the decision was best. They roll with a trembling sort of finesse, pressure applied hard when he leans into her. They haven't kissed, yet 9S is perfectly fine simply just feeling the graze of her lips. His mouth only partially opens, gasping, teeth only barely touching the flesh. ]

[ He felt to have at least some clever control until that name spilled from her lips. ]

Ah--

[ He hisses, feeling a surge of energy and gumption when those two fingers slide forward fast. Quick to prod at her entrance and slickly force their way in. ]

Again. Louder.

[ He wants to be called Nines. No one calls him Nines. ]

[ 2B feels as if he's taking her apart from the inside out, her thighs trembling and soaked from the almost comical amount of lubricant flooding her lower half. Her central nervous system feels fried, overloaded; every push of his fingers and heady breath from his lips only serves to make her feel even more lightheaded. To say she's going on instinct wouldn't be wholly accurate, as androids have no real instinct to speak of. The only thing 2B knows is need for her partner, and before she knows it, she's tearing the glove off of the hand stroking his cock in an attempt to abate that need in the form of touching him completely.

When he moves closer, she tilts her head, lips parting as if to invite him. She doesn't initiate a kiss, causing their parted lips simply to mingle their breaths together with a maddening closeness, her hips rolling and jerking into the pace set by his exploring fingers. At his demand, she hesitates; Nines is a name she'd called him during the first cycle. For him to remember it-- ]

Nines, [ She repeats, punctuating the moniker with a soft, shuddering moan. 2B leans in closer, her nose brushing against his as her forehead presses to his brow, her palm warming along the hot, throbbing length of his cock. ] Nines-- like that, yes-- [ 2B half-groans, soft, almost confused cries punctuating every labored breath she takes. The hand at his throat slides to find purchase upon his shoulder, her fingertips digging into the flesh as she struggles to keep balance. ]

[ This can't possibly end well for either of their internal builds. It becomes heated enough to the point that the warnings start to become audible, soft beeping that continues in his head warning him of the high temperature. His nervous system burns, body trembling and jolting against her as his entire world seems to be distorted in their passion. ]

[ 9S' head is spinning, voice reduced to creating desperate sounds of whimpering and cries of pleasure the instant that bare hand takes to his need again. They mutually work each others' manufactured cores, and while 9S is no expert, he is a fast learner. He gauges her reactions, how certain gestures make her louder or cause her to lean closer. His digits sink in knuckle-deep as her nose presses into his own. ]

H...Ahh, shit.

[ That name. That name he so desperately clings to. It sounds like music dripping from her lips. 9S moans when she complies, shivers when she encourages him to keep going. ]

K...Keep--

Keep doing that. Don't sss...Don't stop.

[ 9S' maintain a thrusting gesture, only encouraged to do so when he feels her walls practically suckle on his fingers. The desire to provide an equal, if not greater amount of pleasure in return makes for him learning quickly an attainable goal. He hangs on to every breath, every begging word, all while he threatens to fall apart from mutual gestures. ]

[ His head tilts forward, tongue delicate in its gentle drag along her lower lip. Curious to taste her. To feel their breaths mesh and mold as one. ]

[ It's true. Their processes and systems are made primarily for combat, not... whatever this is. She can hear the warnings on 9S' end, and part of her wants to laugh... Though she's in no real position to. 2B's own servos are overheating, her body betraying her in its quest for more of the pleasure provided by 9S' fingers against her slit.

She feels like she could listen to him for days, the soft cries and gasps driving her half-mad for reasons she barely understands. For someone with little experience, he works her over deftly; even more lubricating fluid coats the insides of her legs, and 2B releases his length in order to cover her own fingers in it, if only to ease the slide and squeeze of her fingers around his shaft. The feeling of her own fluids slickening his cock is arousing in its own foreign way, and as such she makes sure to take her time running along the smooth, hot length of his need with her fingers.

2B makes a strangled noise as he pushes his fingers into her, his breath hot against her lips as she struggles to compose herself. ] Nnh, s-suddenly so demanding-- [ She chokes, and she almost pauses when she feels his tongue graze her lower lip. It takes her a moment to register what he's doing, but when she realizes, she feels something warm and painful bloom within the chassis of her torso, and the ache is sweeter than anything she's ever known. 2B doesn't meet him halfway immediately, but, eventually... ]

Oh, Nines... [ She half-murmurs, her voice hoarse. There's something undeniably affectionate in her voice as she says it, tilting her head to close the distance between their mouths. 2B slants her lips against his, her thighs parting in order to give him easier access while the hand she has placed upon his shoulder drops in order to assist its twin, gripping the base of his cock while the other redoubles its efforts. She feels close to something, though she hardly knows what it is; the feeling of his mouth against hers is all-encompassing, though, and commands every ounce of her attention. ]

[ While they haven't been at this for too long, 9S finds himself deducting rather quickly why humans did this for pleasure, rather than for the sole purpose of reproduction. His nerves are on fire, shooting off message after message, and it seems they're far more sensitive when his servos continues the threat of overheating. He doesn't quite know what he is doing, or even what 2B is doing, but there's really no care behind it. All that matters is that this is a type of pleasure he's very quickly becoming obsessed with. ]

[ There's a whimper he nearly chokes on when 2B retracts her hand, but his gaze seems to follow where it's going. She takes to her own need, meeting his hand only briefly to coat her fingers in her heated, thick lubricant. 9S makes a sharp, cracked sort of gasp when that lubricant meets his need. ]

G...Good idea. Hah...

[ His smile is crooked, meek, and 9S can't help the way his cheeks color in realizing this is a safer option. Keeping his silicon flesh dry with so much friction could likely cause damage or discomfort, and the way her hands easily slide along his length brings about a strangely more satisfactory sensation. It's saved in his log, just as the rest of the information brought from this is. ]

[ There's no shortage of fluids on her end. How is it that she processed so much of it so quickly? Does that have to do with her arousal? Or is it mere efficiency of her model to avoid damage? 9S finds difficulty focusing, but his curiosity has his fingers pulling out from her entrance and sliding right back up to that bundle of nerves, working a pattern. ]

[ As her palm glides along what is defined as the glans, his hips jolt, something boiling in the pit of his chassis. The wiring in his gut seems to tighten as he slowly approaches something, but he isn't sure what it is. Much like 2B. All he knows is that he wants more, that his hips work on their own in grinding into her ministrations. 9S is content to be harsh, fast, which shows in his gestures until something... Changes in 2B's tone. ]

--!

[ He gasps, eyes locking to her features that are still hidden behind her visor. They're wide, wild yet curious. Her tone is so affectionate, so caring, and as she provides easier access from their strange angle of standing, he has to pause a moment. ]

[ 2B's lips are soft and welcoming as they meet with his own, and he's devoid of movement while his processors register what this is. A kiss. That's a known gesture with androids but not... Often done. Much like what they're doing now. Her hand is tight at his shoulder, her other hand still working him intently. 9S is capable of processing multiple things at once, but the shock causes latency of some kind. There's something kind about this, delicate, and when 9S closes his eyes and leans in to return the gesture? It's as if his mechanical heart melts. ]

[ 9S becomes lost in the kiss, feeling the entire world seem to fade to nothingness when he clings to her affection. He can't define what this feeling is, can't quite understand why such a feeling is occurring during their attempts at sexual activity. But it seems this has something to do with his hypothesis regarding whether or not humans conducted intercourse affectionately. ]

[ Does she... Love him? Is that what this is? ]

[ He whimpers into her lips, practically crushes his into hers as his free hand takes to the side of her face, slip into her hair to tangle his fingers there. His body pressed into hers, 9S takes his other hand to reach down and stop her ministrations in favor of something else. With a slide of his palm underneath her thigh, 9S seeks to lift her leg, to angle her closer so he might align his sex with her own. He knows what that is, he knows what their opposite genitals are for and where they go. Both of them do, and he finds his insatiable desire to make it happen. What's happening is not enough. 9S desperately seeks to be inside of her, to intertwine as one, and the hand at her cheek grasps his own need to align himself in preparation. ]

[ Romance isn't a luxury afforded to most YoRHa units; while there are no strict anti-fraternization rules in place, emotion and all emotion-related activities are considered superfluous at best and mission-compromising at worst. That, coupled with the fact that androids had never been properly programmed to feel as they do, leaves the majority of YoRHa emotionally stunted. 2B is no exception to this rule, even as her feelings for 9S bloom and bloom within her to the point where she feels she can't possibly accommodate them.

At his encouragement, 2B wants to smile. She doesn't, instead favoring to continue the work of her hands. She strokes him up and down, admiring the slickened drag of the not-flesh coating his arousal, the complicated mechanisms keeping him erect resilient in their firmness. The ache between 2B's thighs only seems to grow the more she explores the dips and bumps of the near-perfect shaft in her hand, her thumb tracing along the ridge of its crown before teasing along the slit at its tip.

Her heatsinks feel like they might be malfunctioning. Under normal circumstances, her processes would find ways to vent the overwhelming heat that threatens to fry her circuits, but those were usually reserved for combat situations and averse environmental conditions. There are no protocols for self-generated heating, and as such, 2B burns in her want of him. She can feel that selfsame heat rolling off of 9S in waves, and though their Pods are their ever-present sentinels, they are silent in their vigil. Their units' orders are absolute, and for that, 2B is grateful.

2B's lips part against 9S' own, a soft, needy moan rumbling against his lips as his hand finds the side of her head. The pattern his fingers find between her legs is maddening, unrelenting in its attentions and driving her half-insane. Still. All she can focus on is how close he is, and though she knows, logically, what a kiss is, nothing could have ever prepared her for the way it feels now.

"Love" is out of 2B's wheelhouse. She barely knows what it is, and she can't put a name to what she feels for 9S.

When he withdraws his hand, 2B feels a palpable sense of loss, her thighs quivering as her knees threaten to give way in the absence of stimuli. She isn't left waiting long as 9S begins to shift their positions, and 2B works in tandem with him, lifting her leg and allowing him to support her thigh. Though she's loath to do it (and it shows), she hesitantly breaks the kiss, a string of fluid bridging across their lips as she lowers her gaze to where their hips are about to meet, angling her own forward in order to accommodate him. Bracing her hand upon his shoulder for support, 2B leans back slightly, supporting her weight on one leg as 9S posits the head of his cock against her entrance.

She can see the both of their arousals from this position, and she quietly marvels; hers is a perfect swath cut into otherwise unmarred porcelain, dusted pink for strictly cosmetic purposes. Similarly, the tip of 9S' need is pink, flushed with fluid and hot with the touch.

2B opens her mouth to speak, but thinks better of it. What can she possibly say in this situation? In a show of encouragement, she gently presses her hips into his, the head of his need pressing past the tight, slick entrance of her own arousal, the spike of heat to her systems causing her visor to short. ]

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