castellae | Ongoing PSL - In-game setting

[ Given his model, he's not exactly quick to lean upon brutality. Though 9S hardly bats an eyelash at the concept of it, and 2B could honestly toss him to the ground and savagely take him if she had wanted. But he works on natural impulse, taking it steady at first even knowing that it's likely to change in an instant. There's a sense of gratification in how slowly this progresses, as if he's opening a present by slowly discarding each article of clothing. Before long, the two of them stand completely exposed to one another, left to be kissed by a fading breeze wafting in the cavern. ]

Ah--

[ He jolts as their naked forms press flush against each other, and 9S is surprised to find how soft she is underneath everything. The silicon grafting of her skin is meant to feel like true flesh, but one isn't really forced to reflect on that outside of opportunities like this. He sighs into her lips, greedily lets his hands graze every curve he can reach. They linger on her breasts, almost cautious when delicate palms cover them, marveled by their softness and warmth. 9S feels his own pulse hike merely from the touch and the way her lips seem to mesh so perfectly against his own. ]

[ It's then that a persistent nature colors the kiss. 9S hums, sparked by a jolt in energy that has him eagerly dragging his tongue along her lip, prying for entrance. His hands squeeze at her breasts, curious yet cautious, but 9S is a fast learner and has a keen idea on what's acceptable and what isn't. ]

[ 2B can't deny that the impulse to throw him onto the bed of flowers beneath their feet is very much there, but she feels rooted by the way he kisses her, the gesture so simple yet capable of shaking her to the core. His hands on her chest are warm, cupping her breasts and causing the man-made flesh to pillow between his fingers as his tongue seeks entry, which she eagerly provides. 2B ceases moving for half a second as she acclimates to the sensation of his hands and mouth, her processors taking the information and struggling to come up with the correct response.

She was built for the exact opposite of this, while 9S seems to take to it like a fish to water. 2B moans, suddenly more needy, against his mouth, her hands dancing along the flat planes of his torso before coming to rest upon his lower belly. Her right hand gently slides further downwards, seeking the familiar length that she knows she'll find there, gingerly taking it into her hand and once again being shocked by how hot and hard it is. The skin coating it is velvety, unlike the smooth silicon of the rest of their bodies, and 2B is once more seized with the idea of putting her lips around it.

It's a strange impulse, she knows, but she'd seen it in the magazine they'd found in that basement, all those days ago. Her tongue laves against 9S' as her hand encircles his shaft, slowly caressing and squeezing it as she begins to pump her fingers up and down. The way his hands squeeze and massage at her breasts threatens to cause her to overheat, and it's with great difficulty that 2B pulls away from the kiss, brow furrowed and tongue slightly extended past her wet, parted lips. ]

Let me... I mean... [ She begins, all at once looking vulnerable and vaguely confused by her own actions. She drops to her knees in front of 9S with more force than intended, sending petals flying from the flowers that were crushed by the impact even as she reasserts her grip upon the base of his cock. 2B's eyes drift upwards to his face as she leans forward, parting her lips in order to wrap them around the head of his shaft with an unpracticed clumsiness, moving her tongue along its underside. ]

[ He's committed every detail of every magazine and DVD cover he had found back in that basement. Gathering that amount of data took little to no effort, and 9S has scanned every potential position and article he could salvage. In less than 10 seconds, he could create an entire library for reference. While that isn't necessarily the case here, he's aware of what works and what doesn't. Or at least he has theories. So when 2B so beautifully moans at the feel of his hands greedily squeezing her breasts, he's encouraged. ]

[ His nerves fire off a burst of stimuli that he still hasn't adjusted to. Warm, bare hands to his already hardened length have his hips seemingly twitching on their own. 9S feels his chassis practically seize with the sudden sensations that wrack him, and he has to wonder if the human penis is this sensitive. Nonetheless, he inhales sharply through his nose as 2B eagerly takes him, caressing his length which prompts him to return for favor. ]

[ But she drops to her knees before he can even try. ]

What are--

[ The angle he sees her triggers a memory of a particular page he'd committed it to. Something that appears more often than not in pornographic depictions. Showing this exact image of a girl holding incredible beauty taking a man's length into her mouth. 9S doesn't realize that a strand of saliva has dribbled down the corner of his mouth in the shift, and so his lips are wet and parted in bewilderment as 2B dives right in. His hot, throbbing need is greeted by the increasing heat past her lips, wet and inviting. And he's sure that his heatsink is doomed. 9S intakes another sharp breath, an eye shutting tight while the other watches. He had never expected 2B to look so deliciously innocent, but in her curious gaze while she watches him destroys him. ]

O-Okay. Okay, yeah that's...

[ As her tongue drifts along the underside, he exhales a moan, a shaken hand reaching down to move the hair that falls over her nose. ]

K-Keep going...

Edited 2017-04-16 18:28 (UTC)

Nngh... [ 2B responds, eyes drifting shut as she takes him further past her lips, spurred by his reactions. She can feel the heat of his internals spike from this proximity, and she finds it incredibly gratifying. While 9S is unquestionably more well-suited for experimentation, 2B isn't going to let that stop her... Especially when he stammers the way he does. The ghost of a smile turns up the edges of her eyes as she sees the thin, wet line extending past the corner of his lips, and soon she's taking him into her mouth, all the way to the hilt.

The movement is sudden and forceful, and if 2B had had a gag reflex, it likely would have been triggered. 9S isn't particularly large, but that doesn't matter; her jaw hinges open in order to better accommodate him, the walls of her cheeks hollowing slightly with suction as she tests the way he feels against her tongue. The blunt head of his crown nestles itself at the back of her throat, prompting her to pull back... only for her to bob her head forward again, her own saliva dripping down past her lips as she does so.

It's a strange sensation, but not wholly unpleasant. The thick drag of his cock against her lips is reminiscent of the way it had felt between her legs, and 2B finds it fascinating. She complies easily when he tells her to keep going, tilting her head and allowing her tongue to swirl experimentally about the head of his shaft. As he moves her bangs from her eyes, she looks up at him again, gaze smoldering as she gauges his reactions, the hand steadily holding his base slowly beginning to pump in tandem with the movements of her mouth. ]

[ It doesn't take being a Scanner model to catch on quick-- All androids have to be versatile and able to adapt in certain ways. So there isn't any shock to 2B catching on quick. She seems so absorbed in his reactions, keen to get the best one, and 9S isn't sure if that's the reason he's so flustered and sensitive in this very moment. His mouth drops, exhaling heavier breaths when he feels his internals spike in heat. Those warnings are already there, and he can only offer sharp puffs of air in hopes of cooling himself down preemptively.

What he feels is not unlike how it had felt inside of her. Past her folds and nestled between wet, pulsing mock-flesh that seemed to caress his need. 2B's lips and tongue seem to do much the same, though the suction is gratifying in a different way. He feels his crown tap the very wall of her throat, hot and inviting despite how invasive it must be. Coupled with the stroke of her hand, he finds himself incapable of balance. ]

Hhnn--!

[ His head rolls back a moment, another sharp inhale and exhale desperately trying to keep him cool. 9S moans into the dark, perplexed by the sensations but completely obsessed with them. His fingers squeeze in her hair, and it's completely without regret that he pulls at the strands. When his head rolls back, he meets with her smolder, body twitching to it. She looks so... Devious. Yet angelic. Perfect. He wonders if he'll lose it and paint a picture with lubricant across her lips. Would that be unwise? Would it be wrong? ]

Y...eah. You're... You're already good at this.

[ He laughs. Weakly. But he manages. ]

[ Yes, this is good. 2B is incredibly gratified by the way his breath quickens, so much so that her free hand reaches between her own legs, gently massaging at her already-slick, neglected slit. She tilts her head to and fro as she bobs it up and down along his length, making small, nearly inaudible vocalizations as she does so. Her salivary ducts are kicked into overdrive as she fucks him with her mouth, her tongue twisting and laving along every surface of his shaft that she can possibly reach.

The act doesn't trip any of her physical pleasure receptors, but the sounds he makes and the reactions she elicits are more than enough for her. 2B's fingers gently massage the bundle of sensory systems at the top of her folds as she works, eyelashes fluttering as a deep, appreciative moan curls at the back of her throat, more in response to his compliment than anything else.

When 9S pulls her hair, she growls, allowing her teeth to dangerously graze along his shaft. Their liaisons have been thus far been marked with the vague threat of violence, and this time is no different. There's something possessive about the way she commands his cock's pleasure with her lips and mouth, practically pistoning her parted, pouty lips along the velvety length of him.

For some reason, the thought of him spurting hot, thick ropes of lubricant into her mouth excites her. There's no nutritional value to be had there, and she knows it; the impulse is illogical in the truest sense... just like everything else about their arrangement. ]

[ He doesn't dare let his eyes shut. Not when watching 2B completely take in his cock... On her knees and so dutifully pleasuring him has him bewildered and thrilled. There's something so shocking and gratifying in watching 2B suck him off on her knees, reaching down to touch herself when he's not doing a single thing to her. He wants to. 9S feels a sudden urge to tackle 2B to the ground and mercilessly fuck her until something breaks. ]

[ Starting slow made for some benefit, but 9S can't avoid the natural desire to be harsh and violent that seems embedded in each android in some way. In this case? He wishes to provoke her. The reaction to the pull of her hair delivering a drag of teeth sparks it. It doesn't hurt, but fuck... it should. ]

[ Like a lamb to slaughter. 9S hisses, brow twitching. His hips roll into her mouth, and his lips curl into snarl. And just as he's likely built for the sole purpose of being destroyed, 9S opens his mouth. Voice laced with lust. ]

Bitch...

[ If 2B didn't know any better, she would swear she sees a going of red in 9S' beautiful, heartrending eyes. She knows that look intimately, if only because she's exhibited it herself time and time again when she takes down machine lifeforms. If she loves 9S for his inquisitiveness, she adores him for his viciousness, and she glares defiantly up at him, something like desire flaring deep within her circuits.

2B redoubles her efforts, being less careful about the placement of her teeth against the sensitive receptors of his cock. Her canines graze him almost to the point of scraping at the skin, and she closes her eyes, brow furrowed with her efforts. The hand between her thighs drops to the ground in order to brace herself, feeling the strange, weighty twitch of the erecting mechanisms in his cock react to her ministrations.

That old, needy urge to tear him apart resurfaces as his cock slides in and out of her mouth, clawing it's way through her systems and prompting her to bring her hands to the front of his thighs, digging her nails into the flesh. She wants to reach inside of him and play in his insides. She wants to fuck him until he can't move anymore.

2B continues along this vein until she feels almost as if he might come undone. Regardless of whether that moment comes or not, she withdraws her mouth from his cock with a loud popping noise, swiping at her lips with the back of her hand before repositioning herself into her heels, kicking one of her feet out in front of her in an arc with the intent to sweep 9S' balance out from underneath him. ]

[ He's fully aware of the consequences that could follow so disrespectfully calling to her. 9S realizes in the spike of heat and need that he doesn't care. It's the same mentality that overwhelms him in the heat of battle. In hacking into a machine lifeform and completely tearing it apart from the inside. Without touch-- He doesn't need to. He could weave his way into anything and anyone and completely destroy it. Or change it. Mold it to his whim. ]

[ 9S feels a burst of hunger. A bloodthirsty energy that can usually only be calmed by destroying a machine. A useless machine that knows nothing of struggle. Nothing of pain and loneliness. They try. Do they try... But it's merely code and useless parts working towards a goal that can't be achieved for them. It pisses him off. But perhaps the underlying cause is because they're doing the same exact thing. Trying to be human. Trying to feel. ]

[ 2B isn't mistaken by the subtle flash of red. And she gives 9S exactly what he wants by scraping the dermal layer which molds his need. It burns as she scrapes into him, practically delivering a bite that illicits a hiss. He exhales, throaty and raspy yet colored in lust and pleasure. Once she withdraws, he struggles to pull her hair again. To bring her back because she isn't fucking done. But she overpowers him, and he can't be displeased with that as he crashes to the ground once she kicks it from under him. ]

Hck--!

[ 9S grunts, teeth bared as he struggles to gain some sort of upper hand here. There is none. But there's an overwhelming load of energy that takes him. He wants her to rip him apart, he wants to rip her apart and leave them a pile of nothing when this is over. ]

That's it? That's it?!

Edited 2017-04-16 20:08 (UTC)

[ 2B sometimes finds herself caught off-guard by the ferocity with which 9S treats the machines, his violent prejudice towards them more acerbic than that of other androids. It's a cause for concern, even as an android produced to destroy the lifeforms... But 2B has to admit that seeing such viciousness from the usually personable 9S excites her.

2B should, by all means, be insulted by such an insult from someone she could easily tear apart. Part of her wonders if she should even be hurt, but a larger, louder part of her feels excitement for 9S' seeming hunger for his own self-destruction. It's so strange, she thinks, how they seem to be created for each other. As he falls, she moves to suspend herself over him, hands gripping his hips tightly as he protests.

2B's gaze is cool, though some strange, dangerous mixture of lust and anger simmers within her eyes. She looks down her nose at him like a vengeful, bloodsoaked deity, her hair falling into her eyes as the leather of her boots slips along the dirt, tearing apart the flowers crushes beneath their weight. The flower he gave her is still firmly, miraculously in place as she posits her hips over his, slotting his need parallel to the length of her slit.

With her nails biting into his skin, rough and stinging, she roughly dips and grinds her hips against his, the head of his cock teasing along the slick line of her folds.

Her voice is soft and cool when she speaks, low and dangerous. ]

Who's the bitch now... ?

Edited 2017-04-16 20:24 (UTC)

[ 9S can't explain his random bouts of ferocity. Likely because he can't tell it's an issue. But that hatred continues to burn in his gut, seemingly an increasing sense of being now when he recalls what they had witnessed before the birth of Adam and Eve. An overwhelmingly large, strange visual of machines assuming the position taken for the purpose of procreation. Much like the position they are in now. He denies being just like them, even now. ]

[ No. This is different. Because humans intended for this. And because of that? They're superior. Devoid of any consequence. 9S' eyes flicker with a spark behind them as 2B pins him to the ground. His mechanical heart is pounding ridiculously fast, beating against the silicon flesh which is pale enough to glow in the light of the flowers. ]

[ His hips are incapable of movement pinned this way. It makes the artificial blood in his veins rush, burn, his cock harder with the passing time. He wants to drive into her, wants her to crush his fucking pelvis again and tear him to shreds. Make him apologize, where he'll eagerly beg for forgiveness under the right punishment. 9S is breathing heavily, as if he's out of breath, glaring up to the merciless goddess above him. ]

[ He's the bitch. He's her bitch. But he won't say it yet. 9S delicately smiles, despite the way he grits his teeth. It's a feat, considering that he's compromised in the slick heat that teases his length. ]

Hah.

[ He pants. Neck craned. ]

Still you.

[ As he cranes his neck upwards, one of 2B's hands darts out, grabbing his neck and slamming his head back onto the ground. Lifting her hips up from his, she rests the crux of her thighs upon his lower belly, away from his hot, pulsating need. ]

Wrong answer.

[ 2B slowly grinds her hips down onto his gut, shuddering as she brings her other hand up to his neck. She pins his weight down easily, her boots pressing hard down into the dirt and keeping her steadily docked over him. Her expression is one of dispassionate calculation, only vaguely colored by the way her lips part in order to moan every time she grinds her weight down onto him.

Gradually, she begins to push her hands down around his neck, almost as if she's seeking to collapse his trachea. She looms over him, eyes at half-mast as she curls her neck so their brows touch, her fingers curling around the thin column of his throat. ]

I could kill you right here, [ She breathes. ] That's what you want, isn't it? To die without ever having been inside me again?

[ The sudden shift is quick, almost impossible to register immediately. But before long, 9S' need is left cold and unattended, throbbing painfully as it's left to prod at her ass while she grinds along his abdomen. What's more is the grip on his neck, tight and nearly unexpected where it forces a choking sound amidst the dark. 9S feels his entire being shudder, blood pumping and the rest of him tightly coiled while she squeezes down. ]

[ 9S wheezes against her lips, their brows pressed close together where she can feel his mouth tremble. He'd expected such a reaction, so it's only natural that he seeks it. The threat of killing him sets something off in his head-- "You'd die anyway"-- But he finds himself far more distracted by other implications. He could beg for forgiveness, but would she like it? ]

Hn.... A-ah...

[ His breath leaves him, almost completely. 9S feels her fingers curl into his throat, tight enough to bring back that delicious throbbing sensation he's felt last time. ]

[ With trembling hands, they reach for her wrists, tightly gripping them. He doesn't push or pull, and his hips twitch against her. 9S wants to be absolutely obliterated, and it seems he'll quickly get what he wants. So he dials back, but not too much, immediately removing the look of bloodthirsty anger for something lighter. 9S sweetly bites his lip, tilts his head back as best as he can, crying out a sweet yet desperate whimper in the dark. ]

N-No.

[ It's his answer to her question, but it's followed by the desperate moan of 2B's designation. Sweet and innocent. ]

[ 2B rewards the insistent poking of his need by hiking her hips up higher, moving away from him in favor of positing her hips around his waist. Her grip on his throat doesn't let up, nor does it increase, her expression as impassive as ever as she stares down at him. Their breaths mingle, her lips technically pressing against his though not in a proper kiss, her eyelashes gently fluttering against the bridge of his nose.

He looks so desperate here, trapped beneath her. She revels in it, thrilled by the hungry way in which he regards her. Her nails bite into the flesh of his neck as she gently plants kiss after kiss to the corners of his mouth, the tenderness in the act moving against the violent cruelty in the way she strangles him.

The change in his expression causes something within 2B to shift, and while her grip doesn't relent, she slowly slides her hips back down to align with his, bracketing them with her thighs. She slowly grinds down onto him with a soft sigh, the feeling of his hard need scratching an itch simply grinding her slit against him couldn't. ]

You need to tell me what you want, 9S. [ She murmurs. Her voice is still low, measured. ] Otherwise we won't get anywhere.

[ There's no way out of this. Just like last time. 9S is pressed into the dirt, pinned down by the powerful combat model that traps him. Being trapped seems to thrill him more than anything else, and he writhes against her. Whimpering with every gentle kiss that contrasts in the rough grip she has on his neck. 9S is instantly gratified by her generosity as she slowly impales herself on his need. He heavily gasps against her lips, grip tightening on her wrists. ]

[ What does he want? The list goes on. To be destroyed, assaulted, sodomized and tormented all in the desperate search of feeling love and validation. 2B is all that matters. He wants to give himself to her, to be needed and wanted. While he finds difficulty in speaking, he still manages a sweet demeanor as he looks up to her, choking on every labored breath. ]

F...For you to... T-Take from me.

T-Tell me what to do.

[ 2B has long since grown accustomed to her place above him, the smell of dirt and lunar tears permeating the air of the dark, dank cavern. His labored breathing and desperate whimpers seem amplified in the relative silence of the cave, and 2B sheathes the head of his cock just past the tightness of her entrance, holding herself up with the hands she still has clamped around his throat. ]

Too easy. [ 2B half-scolds, gently rolling her hips against him and taking his length in by degrees. Her breath hitches in her throat as he pries her open, the tight walls of her slit desperately squeezing and suckling upon what flesh it can grab. ] You're so cocky today. Calling me a bitch and copping out like this? I'm disappointed.

[ 2B straightens herself, hands falling away from his throat as she looks down at him, her knees supporting her weight as she slides her palms down his front. She remains still there with him half-inside of her, the delicious promise of pleasure hanging just out of reach for his throbbing cock. ]

[ 2B releases his throat, prompting a sharp gasp and series of coughs when he desperately clings for air. It takes him a moment, body reacting naturally to the sudden lowering of her cunt on his length. He pierces her, prompting a tightening of his nerves and cables in his gut. The sudden spike of heat prompting his internal fans to work into overdrive. ]

[ Hes terrible at this, truthfully. 2B will win every time and he's completely fine with that. As 9S is forced to cough and gasp for air, it fades into weak laughter. He hisses, feeling her slowly coming down upon him where he can't help the desperate moan that interrupts him. ]

I could... Say it again if you want.

[ 2B watches him in silence as he sputters for air, keeping herself agonizingly suspended above him. She makes no effort to lower herself further, instead studying his face for several long moments. She silently wonders if he has any expressions that she doesn't immediately adore, though she can scarcely understand why she feels the way she does.

2B has to wonder if humans did things this way, too. Hurting each other, but only because they knew it was what the other wanted. She feels the need to punish 9S not because he did anything worth punishing... but because she knows it's what he wants.

It only takes a few more seconds of musing for 2B to veritably slam her weight down onto his hips, taking him into her cunt to the hilt and prompting a strangled cry to tear past her hips. She feels her insides shift as they move to acclimate him, immediately squeezing and convulsing around his length. ]

Because--mmn!--that did you so many favors the first time, right?

[ It's strange, considering how pain can bring so much pleasure in times like these. 9S isn't sure he's felt this kind of rush before, especially in knowing 2B is perfectly capable of killing him with the snap of her fingers. She could crush him to bits, and she nearly did not that long ago. Thinking about it gives him shivers, and he's lost count of how many times he's reviewed the moment over and over again. 9S has an extremely photographic memory, and it's practically as if he recorded the entire thing. He can remember, repeat everything that was said. Done. And he's experienced unbearable arousal looking back on it. The relief he feels now is almost intense enough to undo him. ]

[ Provoking her has already brought results, and so 9S tables that observation for later. It's difficult for him to focus when she so suddenly crashes her hips down on him, swallowing his length whole. 9S feels his hips clash with hers, the hilt of his cock crashing against her tight cunt that seems to crave him. She accommodates him perfectly, driving the point home that they must be made for one another. ]

[ The resulting rush of white-hot pleasure in his nervous system sends his head rolling back in the dirt. It hurts, it feels so fucking good, and 9S practically screams with pleasure. It echoes in the cavern, as does the literal smack of his hands that find purchase on her thighs. 9S' fingers twitch as they dig in to her flesh, leaving crescent-shapes dents in their wake.

Haaaah, fuck yes!

[ 9S' voice already grows hoarse, and he hisses when his hips buck into her. 9S laughs, loud enough for it to echo. Thank god for those reinforced hips. No breakage yet. ]

Shit, 2B-- Please don't stop!

Edited 2017-04-16 23:44 (UTC)

[ God, she loves it when he calls her name like that. It elicits a soft, girlish half-gasp from her parted lips, her was lifting up from his hips as she eagerly slides him out most of the way, only to sink back down onto him. His cock stretches her to the utmost, the skin of her entrance pulled taut around his shaft. 2B feels vulnerable even in this advantageous position astride 9S' hips, naked save for her stockings and boots and the flower in her hair. Her expression is much less composed than it had been the first time, her brows knit together and her eyes shut, lips parted as her body struggles to vent the heat generated by her struggling internal systems.

2B bounces her hips up and down with more force than she really intends, feeling the way 9S' reinforced hip mechanisms repel her with more strength than they had the first time. It almost seemed as if the medic at the camp had expected him to need specs that allowed him to excel at these sorts of activities, and 2B finds herself silently grateful for that fact.

Her vocalizations pale in comparison to the volume of 9S', likely due to the fact that she's listening intently to every noise he makes. ] N-9S... [ She stammers as she rides him, her eyes opening slightly so she can look upon his face. Her expression is one of desperate want and unsatiated lust, her breasts bouncing lewdly with every shake of her hips. ]

[ Truthfully, 9S is vocal enough for the two of them combined. His cock feels absolutely smothered, tightly packed within her walls even as they slide away, brought back down with impending force. 9S jolts as he feels his reinforced hips fight the crushing pressure. In fact, while it doesn't hurt? The crushing pressure brings him delight. 9S exhales a hoarse moan when she begins a bouncing motion, riding him like a goddamn bull and he's left merely writhing and struggling to keep up. ]

[ His back arches against the flower bed that holds him, framing their depraved acts in a delicate manner. The contrast isn't lost on him, and it would be so very poetic if she made him fucking bleed. 9S clings to her, tightening his grip against her thighs as his hips meet her thrusts. Hard and fast, like a goddamn piston with his new delightful lower half. He shivers when she calls out to him, moaning with every up and down gesture. He wants this to last forever, he wants to drown in her. Suffocate and die in her. His eyes manage to lock gazes with her, despite the way they often roll into the back of his head in pure ecstasy. ]

[ Another curse, another gasp, 9S pleads for more and whimpers like he'll fucking die if he doesn't get it. Hands retract from her thighs, abruptly and roughly paw at her back, nails dragging down the pale curve of her spine, the heels of his feet digging into the dirt. ]

[ 9S' cries reverberate through the cavern, bouncing from wall to wall and surrounding the both of them like a cocoon. She feels the reverberations down to her chassis, moving through her almost as sweetly as the way her hips begin to slow, almost as if she's savoring the way he feels as he slides in and out of her.

2B gasps softly as she tries to regain her bearings, lubricant pooling between her thighs and slipping down the length of his shaft. She allows 9S to dictate the pace, not wanting to accidentally break him again... though part of her wonders if that even matters anymore. 2B bounces along on his cock, biting her lower lip as she tries her best not to cry out. When 9S' hands move to her spine, 2B falls forward, using her hands on either side of his face in order to hover over him.

Using her newfound position to drive herself against him again, she maintains a slow, steady drag of a pace as he desperately fucks her. She swallows her own cries as their movements crush the flowers that they're lying on, her knees digging into the dirt in order to keep balance.

2B feels something arc and threaten to short inside of her as she pounds her hips into 9S', using her arms for leverage. Her throat is hoarse from breathing so raggedly, her own hip joints beginning to ache and threatening to give. ]

9... 9S, I'm... [ She gasps, her cunt tightening around him for all that it's worth. She's so, so close. ]

[ 9S can't seem to control the slew of sounds that pass his lips, grunts that come with his desperate attempt to move fast and hard. He nearly jolts when he pulls 2B so close, shivering when he feels her warm breath waft across his cheeks. Her movements slow, her angle changes, and 9S almost seems to take the lead in pounding into her from beneath her. Desperately, hoarse, he moans into her mouth, eyes tightly shut. ]

[ He could maintain violence, seek to destroy her, but once her demeanor changes, he can't quite continue that way. He loves her, desperately so. Even if the word alludes him, there's an increasing level of affection he feels the more they do this. His internal processors fire off almost too fast for him to even register or keep up with. Thoughts and feelings compensating for the fact that he's shut off his analytical processing for the sake of keeping this a secret. There will be no data ouf of this. Nothing but pure love, need, and passion that he'll silently keep to himself. ]

[ God, the way she gasps. 9S feels her climax approaching, sparking a spark in his chest that begs he keep going for her sake. He's incredibly close himself, but he'll be damned if he goes first. ]

A--Nnngh...

[ Hands trembling, body hot and practically steaming to keep him cool, 9S reaches for her face. A much more delicate gesture than what he's maintained before, despite the way he continues to pound into her. But his voice continues to carry the lust and need from before. Panting between words, he speaks against her lips. Wet and warm. ]

C'mon then. Go.

2B--

[ 2B feels drunk on his noises, her cunt feeling abused and tender with the movements of their lovemaking. It's strange, thinking of it in those terms, but it begins to make more and more sense the more 2B analyzes it, and the thought drives something cold and dreadful deep into her gut. Her circuitry tightens and coils as she feels herself approaching a peak that by all counts shouldn't be there.

She loves him too, to the point of destruction. Pressing her forehead to his, 2B gasps, moving to gently cradle his face in her hands as his lips move against hers. God, he's beautiful, so beautiful it breaks her heart.

The noise 2B makes when she climaxes ascends from somewhere deep within her, low and throaty and loud even to her own ears, her systems momentarily browning and nearly requiring a reboot. Her visual processors go white as she screams, the sound harsh and grating as it leaves her throat, her breath coming in half-sobs as she recovers.

2B sags against 9S, riding out the waves of her peak even as she comes down, her muscular systems giving as her body struggles to recollect itself. ]

[ 2B has always remained ever-elusive. An enigma. One who remains silent in most situations, and so it's completely unexpected when she essentially cries out loud enough to shatter glass. 9S had held tightly to her, huffed and gasped for air as their brows pressed close and he continued to pound into her with passion and eagerness to see this through. His fingers had tangled through her hair, held her delicately yet firm, eager to please until the summer came to a boil. ]

[ When 2B climaxes, she does so beautifully and completely. 9S can feel it in her very core, hear it in the way her systems seem to fight off malfunction. It both worries and excites him, and he desperately rolls into her as she rides it out, working to catch up. He whimpers, feeling that he can hear her cry over and over in his mind. It burns his ears and compromises his functionality. The fans and coolant working his structure only managing just enough to keep him alive and functioning. 9S desperately clings, holds her tight, so close behind her. ]

[ He presses his nose against hers, breathing across her lips that touch his own without kissing. His teeth grit, expression contorting beneath here close enough that she can feel it. 9S reaches his limit soon after, crying out against her lips as he holds on tight and writhes against her. 9S' hips twitch into 2B's, releasing practically a flood of lubricant that intermingles with her own and puddles between them. He comes hard enough that much the same plagues him-- The threat of a restart, of his circuits frying, but the sensation is so fucking satisfying that he can't seem to care if he does black out. ]

[ But he doesn't, leaving him a gasping mess underneath his partner. ]

Ah...

[ He's so completely out of breath, smiling despite that. When he chuckles, it's soft. And not meant to express that his is funny. But the bliss he feels almost immediately makes him incapable of holding it back. It's gentle, pleased. ]

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