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--"

[ 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. ]

[ 2B is content with the stoic image that she projects, though it's effectively shattered when she cums. She vaguely wonders if it's nothing more than a simulation, a bit of leftover code from when androids had attempted to be more human than anything else... but in the end, she supposes that it doesn't matter. 9S is holding her, breathing heavy and continuing to fuck upwards into her even as she finishes, causing her internals to jerk and spasm with sensory overload.

The noise she makes is soft and mildly undignified, girlish in its high-pitched whimper as 9S continues to move, her own arms coming up to hold him just as tightly to her as he is. She doesn't have to wait long for him to follow, the familiar, pooling heat of lubricant flooding her lower half and causing the mechanism to evacuate, leaving the place where they're connected sticky-sweet and soaking.

When he finishes, 2B lies still, shifting slightly so he has room to breathe. Her own breathing only just now begins to even out, great, gasping lungfuls diminishing in slow, even breaths. She keeps him inside of her for the time being, the low, hoarse chuckle rumbling from his throat reverberating against her chest. She turns her head, resting it in the crook of his neck as she closes her eyes, listening to his artificial heart flutter in the chassis of his chest.

She knows this can't last, but she wants to stretch it out. It's because of this that she says nothing, afraid to hasten the end. ]

[ 9S has no idea of the difficulty that comes with this for her. Being blissfully unaware of what must be done sooner or later. And so he takes her silence as nothing more than her hanging on to the feeling, of coming down. Not that he can focus on that much anyway. 9S is a trembling mess for quite some time, his systems struggling to cool down and catch up. It causes a glitch in his processing, latency in his coming down and so it seemingly prolongs his orgasm. ]

[ His vocals are a bit static when a few grunts are exhaled, but the issue is minor. Repairing itself quickly when he finally, finally comes down. His heart is still pounding fast, but he focuses more on feeling so close to 2B that he doesn't attempt to slow it. Still connected, still close, his arms wrap around her loosely while she continues to rest on top of him. ]

[ That was... Intense. Far more than the last round. And so he smiles, turning his head and pressing those lips against her temple. His nose collides with the flower that has remained in her hair this whole time, and he can't help that the smile turns into a grin. This is the most full he has ever felt. The most loved and cared for. And for once? He doesn't feel so alone. ]

[ He never feels alone when he's with 2B. Especially now. ]

I um...

[ His voice is at a whisper. He wants to say it. I love you-- He doesn't know why. But he hesitates. ]

Mm.

[ His embrace tightens. Just a touch. ]

Sorry for... Calling you a bitch. Heat of the moment. Didn't really mean it.

[ If 9S has no idea, then 2B feels she's done her job adequately. 9S isn't supposed to know about how she feels about their arrangement, mainly because he isn't supposed to know about their arrangement at all. Even in the midst of the afterglow (if it can even be called that), the slow, steady realization that 2B will have to carry out her prime directive sooner rather than later begins to sink in. It makes her hold him a little more tightly as he trembles, and she silently vows that the next time (and the next, and the next, and the next), she will be more careful. She'll be more distant, to spare him the suffering that she can't guarantee to circumvent at the end of this cycle. 2B silently vows that this will be the first cycle and the last cycle where any of this happens, burying the tenderness she feels deep inside of her core files, never to be accessed again.

Heat begins to prick at the back of her eyes, but nothing comes of it. Her resolve is hardened steel even as he presses his mouth to her temple, the action almost akin to his hacking into her and tearing her apart from the inside. 2B feels the flower in her hair, still in place even after their frenzied movements, and takes a deep breath before she turns her head to face him, watching his face.

She wonders how she'll deal with the ache she feels every time she drinks in his features. She watches his emotions flicker across his face, reading and committing every single one to memory, vowing never to forget this 9S. Her Nines. Even if he won't ever remember this.

Gently, she reaches up to bring a palm to the side of his face, lightly smoothing her thumb along his cheekbone. When he speaks, she listens intently, half-expecting him to say what he wants to... But infinitely grateful when he doesn't.

This is already painful enough. ]

... I know, [ She responds, and she means it. ] Androids are hardwired to feel affection through combat and combat-related operations. I apologize for breaking your hips the last time, too.

[ He isn't certain if 2B is just having a hard time coming down from things, or if this is still just strange ground to cover. It is for him, too, knowing that they have this relationship blossoming and it's so new and strange. But it's exciting, and when he reminds himself that he is hers and she, his, his smile gets a little bit brighter. Blissful ignorance. ]

[ His eyes flicker, back to his gentle, personable self when she caresses his cheek. His hand cups over hers, keeping it there. 9S feels his face flush a bit, and he only briefly looks away. ]

Honestly?

I'm... Not even mad about that. You could have done it again, and I still wouldn't be mad.

[ He laughs, looking back at her. Smile meek and timid. ]

Kinda... Liked it. You're the only one who doesn't treat me like I'm fragile. Obvious specs aside. I'm pretty sturdy.

[ 2B can see what 9S is thinking just from looking at his face, and the irony of her thought processes in comparison to his is not lost on her. She's again put in a place where she wants to scream and to cry, but she does neither.

Instead, she takes shelter in his smile. She loses herself in it, though she doesn't mirror it. She can't. Not in good conscience. When his hand covers hers, she shifts upwards, once again looming over him... But this time, there are no insults or taunts to be had. Instead, she leans upwards and plants a light, gentle kiss to his forehead, her brow furrowing at what she knows she's going to have to do to him sooner or later. ]

You should get your self-preservation processes serviced. I'm not the only thing that can break you in half, especially here.

[ 9S shuts his eyes as she kisses his brow, committing the gesture to memory. Affection from 2B is intoxicating, and he wants more of it. More of her, more of this. To feel loved and love someone. And he does love her. 9S becomes more certain of that with every passing second. He smiles, reaching to cup her face in his hands. He could stay like this forever, honestly. ]

They're fine, I promise.

Logically, I know I'm not built like you. But I've held up and stayed alive this long, right? That's gotta count for something.

[ His thumb brushes along her cheek, lingering there as he tilts his head, their noses brushing. ]

2B...

[ God. He just... The overflow of love and care in the afterglow is infectious. 9S cranes his neck, delicately pressing his lips against hers. ]

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