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 feels his internal temperature spike, his coils burning up. Something about that entire reaction lingers, and it takes 9S just as long, if not longer to recover. But there's a lingering sensation, a longing that remains with which he remains alluded. His gaze stares upon 2B, a flushed and wet mess against the wall, and his glance only briefly shifts down to see that a flood of lubricant has soaked her thighs and the sheets beneath her. She... That aroused her?

9S is fully aware that the software still exists, but it's rare that it's ever activated. Especially outside combat situations. He stares at her like a deer in headlights, blinking furiously and shaking his head when he can tell she's asking him a question. ]

I-I um, yeah. Yeah I'm fine, I just should have... Disconnected first. That was an oversight on my behalf, no worries.

[ He exhales heavily, hand at the back of his head. 9S looks down as he speaks. ]

You should be all green now. Might be best that I do a final scan to make...

[ His eyes fall upon the tightness between his legs, the tool that has activated completely on its own. 9S' eyes widen from behind his visor, cheeks coloring red. It's easy to remain completely mechanical in the face of this but... why? ]

When...

I didn't activate that software. Why in the hell am I...

[ Hard? Erect? Saying those words proves impossible. 9S promptly covers himself, stammering. ]

Oh god, I-I'm sorry. I never activated this. I had no idea this even happened, it must have glitched out in that connection and caused a malfunction.

[ 2B watches him quietly as he recovers, not realizing how much she missed the sight of him like this. Her own face is flushed with fluid, lips pouty and glistening with wetness in the half-light of the room, and when she feels his eyes on her, she meets his gaze evenly through half-lidded eyes. She doesn't even flinch when his stare moves downward, instead clenching her jaw as she pushes off of the wall.

If the molten ache between her thighs was bad before, it's unbearable now, leaving her feeling soft and swollen. With all of her operations functioning normally, 2B is more keenly aware of the need she feels for him, long-neglected as it's been. Part of her wants to get angry at him; he did this to her, he made her want to go against her prime directive... But at the same time, she knows that the blame rests squarely on her own shoulders.

Her expression is soft as she watches him come to the realization of the implement tenting in the front of his pants, and she moves across the bed with slow deliberation, propping herself up on her hands and knees before him. When he covers himself, she reaches out for his hands, making to remove them. ]

Don't. [ She murmurs. ] I know you didn't. It's not a glitch. [ 2B raises her eyes to his face, lust and not a little bit of sadness coloring her features. With a marked gentleness, she attempts to pull him onto the bed with her, making space so he can sit comfortably. ]

We don't... Need to leave immediately. If you don't want to.

[ The last time she'd said those words had been in that cavern filled with Lunar Tears. 2B had thought she'd be prepared for this, but having him here again fills her with a longing she can't begin to hope to understand. ]

[ 9S is incredibly embarrassed, realizing the implications of such an accident. He's just met her! Or... Wait. Has he? Has he always known her? 9S begins to think again about the fact that her name had been plastered all over his internal code. Hidden away. Deliberate. It had to have been deliberate. And something that 2B says about it not being an accident only seems to help him draw to more conclusions about the two of them. ]

It's... it's not?

[ Then what the hell is it? Why was this active? Why is he feeling so incredibly reliant on 2B and seeing so much about her throughout the entirety of him? 2B ushers him closer to her, and he can't deny her. He doesn't want to be far away from her at all, and the way she looks at him shoots him to the very core. His mechanical heart rapidly beats against his chassis, internal wires coiled up and tight. She so breathlessly, sweetly tells him they don't have to leave and he feels something tighten and threaten to come undone inside of him. ]

2B...

[ He's so confused. He has so many questions, but he's far too distracted by her to ask them. {

[ 2B's expression is gentle, a quiet sort of desperation brewing just beneath the surface. She knows that this is wrong, that she can't do this again; but she also promised herself that the last time would be the final instance where she'd kill him for the sake of her programming. She shakes her head at his question, wanting desperately to give him all the answers she has... but she holds back. Now isn't the time. Not so soon. ]

It's a carryover from a few models back. If anything, it's working as intended.

[ When he gets onto the bed with her, 2B reaches for his hands again. Need, hot and sticky, rolls and boils in her gut, but his hesitancy stops her from acting upon it. Holding his hands in her own, she gently ghosts her lips against his knuckles, shaking as her eyes flutter shut. ]

I'm sorry. [ She murmurs, breath gusting warm against his palms. ] I don't know... How to deal with any of this. [ 2B wants, more than anything, to be close to him, so close that she can't tell where her identity ends and his begins. It's a want that borders on obsession, and when it couples with her sadness and guilt, it threatens to overwhelm her. ]

[ Where is all of his coming from? Both on her end and his? 9S becomes instantly suspicious of something he can't be sure of. But it's becoming abundantly clear that she is not a stranger. And that fact alone confounds him. 9S comes close to 2B, shoulders touching and his hands held in her own without any protest. She kisses his knuckles, expresses herself in a way that is so very much different than what it was a few hours ago.

It could make sense. But it's as if he doesn't want it to. Not if it means his theory is correct, and that his contingency was made by him.

9S swallows thickly, staring at her lips that seem so deliciously soft. He wants to taste them, to taste her, but he still isn't sure if he's supposed to. But something is dictating him to do otherwise. 9S is completely confused, lost, and maybe a bit scared because of it, but there's a thrill that keeps him from running away. A need to be close to her. 9S doesn't understand, but what he does understand is that he needs her.

So, he adjusts, lowering his head and willing himself to relax against her. As her lips dust across his knuckles, he only barely pulls them away to curiously touch her face. To hold it there. There's uncertainty in his features, but he shows no sign of hating this. ]

I don't either...

But... I...

Do I already know you? Have... Have I lost something?

[ 2B's eyes open and look to his face again when his shoulder nudges hers, though she doesn't release his hands. 2B feels hot, feverish; her systems, having been recently restored, kick into overdrive just by being next to 9S, and she feels like she could combust. He doesn't stop her, but she can see the confusion on his face even with his visor in the way.

She doesn't know about any contingency, though again, it likely wouldn't surprise her. All 2B knows is that 9S is here, whole and real, and while it isn't her Nines, it's close enough that need continues to gnaw away at her. Lowering his hands from her lips, she looks to his face at his question, and she swears that the artificial chambers of her heart crumble and dissolve.

Leaning close, she nudges the side of his face with her nose, closing her eyes. She reels trying to think of an answer, knowing she can't lie to him again. ]

... I don't know.

[ 2B says this softly, her lips grazing along his jawbone. The breaths she takes are shuddering and hot, almost as if they're bordering on sobs. Her eyes, thankfully, remain dry. ] Do you feel like you know me?

[ The overload of stimuli is almost too much to bear, but 9S finds himself willingly drowning in it. There are so many questions, so many needs, but all he can manage to hang onto then most is the feeling of 2B against him. Soft, yet hard where she needs to be. Her heat radiates off of him in waves, causing his systems to practically scream in protest but he can't back away. He doesn't want to.

9S feels like he has no idea who he is... That something is missing. But all of it is held within 2B. And so, he clings to it naturally. She doesn't answer his question, not in the way he seeks her to, but there's no room for questioning or arguing when her lips graze along his jawline, warm and soft.

He exhales, craning his neck in her favor, finding himself incapable of focusing on anything else but this. Perhaps he'll learn more in letting this happen, in allowing such a dated software to run him completely. For him to intermingle with 2B until his entire self is completely her. Something akin to a moan or whimper falls from his lips, the hands at her face falling to her shoulders, then to her thighs. ]

I...

[ He bites his lip, timid and meek as ever. Should he be? ]

I do.

2B I... I don't know what's going on. I need--

[ You. It's embedded in him. Running his entire being. ]

[ 2B can feel the sensory overload slowly beginning to build deep within her, her processors already kicking into overdrive as she gently presses her lips against the column of 9S' neck. She's been spending so much time trying not to think that she hadn't realized how much she missed him, and her complete and utter need of him extends much farther than the physical. Now that she has him here, she can scarcely help herself; it takes everything in her power not to attempt to take him without hesitation, knowing full well that she's taken so much from him already.

When he gives her more access to his neck, she doesn't hesitate, planting kisses across the expanses of skin she hasn't yet reached. When his hands fall to her thighs, she gently grasps them, bringing them to her still-bare chest after a moment's hesitance. She pauses between kisses in order to bury her face in the crook of his neck, moving slow enough to feel like she might overheat from inaction. ]

... Don't. Don't think, [ She mutters, soft and desperate. ] Stop me... If it's not what you want. Otherwise... I don't think I can hold back.

[ 2B's voice is low and dark, her mouth moving upwards towards the shell of his ear. She gently suckles at his ear lobe, gently rolling the skin between her teeth. ]

[ This would be different, had he recalled their last rounds of intimacy. But the fact of the matter is that he doesn't remember a thing, and something is telling him that he's forgotten so much. He has no basis for it yet, no confirmation, but that curiosity will destroy him. Literally and figuratively. But 9S can't bring himself to move away or deny 2B, because there's this part of him that is permanently geared towards being with her. Making her happy.

He was so lonely.

But even in that loneliness, it's not the true driver of his affection for 2B. It doesn't dictate why he so willingly opens himself to her and cranes his neck for her lips to devour. He does it because he wants to. Because something about her speaks to him more than words ever could. While 9S is mentally the experience level of a novice, he doesn't falter or shy away. His hands are delicately placed upon her breasts, where a soft, startled little exhale is the curtain rising for his hands to twitch and tentatively squeeze. To touch her. To give her whatever she needs.

She tells him not to think. He can't. But he shuts up about it. Something about those desperate murmurs makes him incapable of doing anything that doesn't revolve around her. He has no idea what he is doing, but he wants this. Wants 2B to claim him and do as she pleases, even if something about this arrangement seems strange. ]

C-can't... Hold back?

[ Never has he experienced someone being attracted to him. At least not in his memory. His face colors and his body writhes against her to learn this, and the attention she gives to his ear only seems to encourage it. He softly moans, an unintentional noise that he can't help but be embarrassed about. But his hands squeeze harder at her breasts, press them together as he presses into her and he whispers: ]

D... Don't stop.

[ 2B knows he doesn't remember, which is why she wants to give him an out, should he decide that this isn't for him. She isn't so arrogant to assume that he will always feel the same way as he did before, even if his behavior demonstrates otherwise. She takes her time with kissing his neck and ear, getting him used to the sensation again, making a soft noise of approval as his fingers curl around the tender flesh of her breasts.

She never understood why there were pleasure receptors built into the soft mounds until 9S took hold of them for the first time. While the pleasure she gains from them pales in comparison to that which she receives when he pays attention to her sex, the feeling of him squeezing them is nice. The twitch of his hand earns him a soft, suckling kiss beneath the shell of his ear as she leans into him, her hands coming to rest upon the opening of his coat collar.

2B knows damn well that telling 9S not to think is the same as telling him not to breathe, but she doesn't care. Thinking won't serve either of them well in this situation; she's been far better at that than he has to begin with, but it's a skill she learned with repeated trysts between the two of them. ]

Alright. [ 2B concedes, her voice still heavy with equal parts sadness and want. She pulls away in order to bring her hands up to his face, gently lowering his combat visor before doing away with it entirely. His moans are sweet, sweeter than anything she's ever heard, and when she leans in to press her mouth against his, it's almost as if she intends to drink them in. ]

[ It's strange...

He had powered up to the worst feeling he could ever have, but he followed along with his duty regardless. 9S realizes now that perhaps his ill-feelings had to do with not having been exposed to 2B quite yet. The day hasn't ended, having from his perspective just met 2B, but he feels like he's known her for an eternity. He finds himself at home in such close proximity to her, and while that seems to drive a further suspicion as to what happened to him or why he recalls nothing, he stops caring the more she kisses him.

He shivers as her lips suckle into his mock-flesh, firing off his nerves which deliver the most delicious of sensations. But nothing compares to the feeling he gets when their lips join.

9S had innocently locked eyes with 2B prior to this, just as his combat visor fell to rest around his neck. His gaze was lost, yet yearning. Searching for something in 2B that he isn't certain he knows the meaning of. Silver and blue glimmering with an artificial life force that is soulless when considering what they are, but alive with energy and power that he wants to give in its entirety to her.

As their lips join, he hums into the gesture. It's strange at first, but hardly for long. 9S feels as though he could drown into 2B and not care less about whether or not he came out of it. She could suck the life out of him and keep his shell. He is, after all, destined to forever he killed by her. He doesn't know it, but his body is slated for it. Built for it. And so he moans into the kiss, leaning in with the fluttering shut of his eyes as his hands slide up her chest and find purchase at her face.

It's as if he's parched for more when he pulls her in closer. 9S tilts his head, lips molding against her own with little experience to draw from. But he'll learn along with her. ]

[ 2B can sympathize with that feeling. Every morning she reactivates to find that 9S isn't by her side is an exercise in torture, and existing in a world without him in it for any length of time has proven to be a colossal task on more than one occasion. She knows that this is only their initial meeting as far as he's concerned, but 2B has memory upon memory of him-- his smile, his laugh, his voice-- pent up and threatening to tear her apart from the inside out. She's been with him since her initial activation, and she wants no part of a world that doesn't have him in it.

When he shivers, it only slakes her thirst for him further. 2B desperately wants to leave marks on him to prove that she was there, that she'd been close enough to him to bruise, but she holds back. For some reason, she wants to be gentler with him this time around; fucking him hard enough to hurt can wait. She's sure the devil of an impulse will make itself known sooner rather than later, but for now, she's content to be tender. Soft.

2B's eyes don't close immediately when they kiss, wanting to commit the way he looks to memory before she gives in to the way his mouth feels. That selfsame devotion that he'd worn before she'd killed him still shines in his eyes, and it causes her expression to crumble in the smallest of ways, her brow furrowing as she kisses him. His hum reverberates against her lips, prompting them to part as her tongue experimentally swipes against his bottom lip in a perfect imitation of a technique that he himself had taught her.

When he pulls her in, 2B makes a soft noise, quietly slipping closer to him and leaning her weight against his, intent on having him fall back onto the mattress. She keeps her hands where they are, cradling his face as her bare breasts sandwich between her weight and his, cushioning against his chest.

She feels like she could kiss him forever, but that's nothing new. 2B moans against his lips, needy and soft, as she seeks to bury herself deep inside of him once again. ]

[ Nothing makes sense. Nothing outside of what they are doing, at least. 2B suggested he stop thinking, and that's near-impossible. But he allows himself to drown in her with no intentions of swimming his way out anytime soon. He feels at home here, safe, and 9S feels that he can trust 2B with his entire being as she leans into him and keeps him close.

He raises a brow as her tongue laves along his lips, bewildered by such an intimate gesture that leaves him wet and warm. But he gives in to it quickly, finding it delightful when his lips part and he works to return the favor. But his tongue doesn't find her lips, rather, it collides with her tongue. A surprising shift, something he hadn't expected, but something he sinks into quick. 9S exhales softly as their tongues tangle, and he experimentally curls it along the artificial muscle. His fingers slide past her ears, tangle in her hair, and firmly hold as she successfully pushes him to the bed.

Gently, his back presses to the mattress, but not without a delicate huff of his breath to the impact. 2B presses close to him, their lips pressed together and their tongues connected. His mouth moves against her own, tongue working between each little movement to taste every part of her that he can. Something suggests that he move his hips, and he does so with curiosity, finding himself choking on a moan that stutters against her lips.

It's gentle. Slow. And 9S finds himself completely shocked to feel so much passion and care from... Anyone, really. It moves him, makes his throat tighten and his brows twitch when his eyes threaten to overflow with warm wetness. How... How can someone express so much affection? Does she love him? Is this what friendship entails, or is it something more?

All he knows is that it hurts in the best way possible. 9S doesn't know how to process this, and it shows in the way he whimpers into her, desperate for more when he isn't sure what "more" is. ]

[ 2B feels him sag against her with satisfaction, making a soft noise of affirmation as she leans into the kiss, her thighs coming up to bracket his hips. It's so strange, how naturally this comes to her now; 9S had been the one to bring her out of her mechanical shell, but now it seemed that she'd need to do that for him. Where she was aggressive, he was a teacher; he knew how to touch her, how to experiment just right in order to finish her, making her scream and come apart. 2B, on the other hand, had always been about brute force. It was always about being merciless and unrelenting until 9S couldn't handle it anymore, coming undone in the messiest, most beautiful of ways.

It makes sense that 9S is the one capable of such immense beauty through gentle curiosity, where 2B is only capable of yielding the same results through destruction. It takes a concerted effort for her to be gentle now, even as his tongue slips against hers, prompting her to moan unabashedly against his lips. Her own tongue lazily laves and rolls against his, dutifully recounting the ways he'd taught her how he liked to be kissed, her teeth only lightly grazing his bottom lip as she bears her hips down onto his.

2B finally understands why humans would partake in this activity without the ultimate goal of procreation. 9S' mouth is intoxicating, and while her internal systems have long since learned to bear the burden that sexual intercourse places upon them, 2B still feels as if she'll overheat. The roll of his hips is rewarded by the firm, needy rut of hers in return, the thin fabric of her leotard leaving only so much to the imagination. The folds of her slit rub insistently against the front of his pants, slickened with fluids produced by ducts that had long since been considered obsolete.

2B breaks the kiss with a great deal of effort in order to look to his face, her expression one of unabashed affection. The sight of him, flushed and needy, tugs at her circuitry, and for the first time in what feels like eons, she manages to smile. It's soft, gentle as the touches she bestows upon him, though there's a deep, pervading sadness that colors it even as she moves to undo his coat. ]

[ 9S is hardly aware of having been the one to initiate this arrangement, nor is he aware that he had learned and led. 2B is the one doing such the favor, guiding 9S and working him as if she's done this before. Every little touch and gesture is perfect, nerve receptors on fire even from the slightest movements. 2B goes on as if she knows every dip and corner that yields the best results, and part of him feels a strange pang of jealousy. Has she touched another this way? Does he share these hands with someone else?

And then, he wonders why he feels jealousy at all. Does he truly know 2B? He recalls nothing of her, but the further this goes on, he feels as though he's built for her. That they had been this close for so much longer and were created as two halves to a whole.

Ah. Don't think.

9S isn't capable of shutting his mental processors down, and it's almost as if the persistent analyzing will drive him insane. 9S wishes he could just drown in this completely and cease questioning the why and how.

It seems that much becomes just a touch more possible when her hips rut into his own. 9S' brow twitches, the throatiest of grunts smashed between their lips. He knows where this is going, logically, and that sends a thrill throughout the entirety of him. He follows her lead, hands shaking as they fall to their shoulders, but they pause when the kiss breaks.

His eyes lock with their own, carrying that familiar innocence and affection even now. 9S sees her pain, painted in her eyes though the smile is just as sweet and, what he perceives as "loving". There is the slightest look of question to the nature of that smile, wondering what it is that has caused this look of devoted pain. But he can't focus too much on that, especially when she begins to disrobe him. ]

A-Ah...

[ He reaches down, helping with the bottom half of his buttons, hands trembling when he's not certain what he should be doing. ]

[ 2B knows she holds all the cards in her hand, and while she knows what 9S likes, she isn't entirely sure how to give it to him. Their previous unions had been rough, violent; while they'd been interspersed with tenderness, this instance is different. She's happy just to watch his emotions play across his face, the pleasure she visits upon him causing his eyelashes to flutter and melodious noises to fall forth from his perfect lips. She feels almost as if she's made of something feverish and heady at this point, her internal systems replaced with nothing but fire as she rolls and grinds her hips down against his.

It's you, is what she'd say if she could hear his thoughts. It's you, it's only ever been you, it always will be just you. 2B isn't certain that she has the capacity to care for anyone the way she cares for 9S, and it's in that that she's sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that they were truly made for one another.

2B knows 9S' mind is whirring, and she knows that he can't help it. With his assistance, his coat comes undone and she pushes it open, gently smoothing her palms over the warm, flat planes of his chest and torso. She dips down and leaves an open-mouthed kiss to the front of his throat, trailing her mouth downwards along the dip of his chest. She moves with a slow deliberateness as her hands work to push his coat off of his shoulders, her thighs keeping him pinned underneath her greater weight. ]

What is it? [ She asks, voice almost uncharacteristically gentle. She looks up to his face, that same sorrow looming over her features despite its tenderness. 2B knows he doesn't remember any of this, that all of this is entirely new; something about that obliterates her. ]

[ With no recollection of their previously violent copulation, 9S is left with feeling so new to all of this, introduced to a certain gentleness. It's all he knows now, somehow the new normalcy with his anger having not developed yet. 9S is almost delicate beneath 2B, even if the desire to be manhandled and ruined lingers in the back of his mind.

His nerve receptors are on fire, chassis burning and alerts firing off in his mind as his internal temperature slowly creeps skyward. He moves against her, wriggles to her weight that slowly and surely pins him into the bed. While he's managed to assist in the removal of his coat, he's stopped the instant she begins to cover his chest in wet kisses. He hisses in a sharp breath, arching into her touch as best as he can while pinned beneath her weight. Every little gesture is feather-light and caring, bringing a warmth in every corner and dip of his form. He never knew a combat model to be so gentle... So sweet.

The further time expands, the more he feels himself latch onto her. Fall for her. As easy as breathing, with minimal effort on his behalf, as if he'd always felt this way. The mechanism serving as his heart flutters against his chassis, the flesh surrounding it pulsing with every pump. His gaze doesn't once leave her during her descent, expression matching her own despite the way he huffs for air and bites his lip. ]

N... Nothing.

[ 9S offers her a smile despite himself, hand hesitant as it reaches down for her cheek. The gesture seems so natural to him, as if it had been done before and often. As if his hand is capable of perfectly cupping her features. Though the smile is bittersweet, it's tender for her. ]

[ 2B would much rather ease into this gently with him now, and while she knows better than anyone that 9S can take a beating, he feels especially fragile this time around. Her urge to protect him is so much stronger now than it ever was, and she wonders if it's because of the way the last cycle had played out; he'd placed his utmost faith in her, only to have her use it against him. Her eyes take on a faraway look as she studies his face, the memory of the way he'd stared at her after she'd driven her blade through his heart still haunting her.

She's strangled him, brutalized him, beheaded him, stabbed him. Through it all she's loved him, more than any android can possibly afford to, and she's only just begun to express that love in the physical sense. 2B doesn't know when she began to feel this way, or if she was born with these feelings embedded deep within her code. All she knows is that they're here now, tangible in the way her hands seek to memorize every curve of his body as they smooth over it.

2B wonders how she could ever come to harm someone as perfect for her as 9S, programming be damned. What kind of monster is she to do this to him, over and over again?

2B's lips trace a searing trail along his chest and lower stomach, her body sliding downward in order for her to access his belt. She undoes it swiftly, all efficacy and ease, feathering kisses along his palm as it finds her cheek. For some reason, the gesture makes her think of Adam and his fixation with hate. She vaguely wonders if he understood love in all of its tender purity, which in turn makes her think of Eve. She supposes that she and Eve aren't so different at the end of the day, driven mad with grief over losing the ones they cherished the most.

As 2B undoes 9S' pants, she watches his face, treasuring the way his teeth catch at his lower lip. She loves him, devastatingly, desperately. She can't run from that truth anymore, no matter how much she wants to. Realization hits her hard in the chest as heat pricks at the back of her eyes, but she doesn't dare look away from him. ]

Edited 2017-04-18 08:04 (UTC)

[ It's likely better that 9S not know the entirety of 2B's thought processes until this is done with. Though his mind is wrought with doubt and confusion, he desperately seeks to completely shroud himself in the entire feeling of her. 2B so delicately delivers kisses to every part of his chest that she can reach, warranting a shaken exhale when the sensations are so new and fresh to him. He hadn't realized how sensitive this part of his build had been. Is that on purpose? Is he wired this way for a reason?

The Sexual Fraternization Program had been shut down a long time ago, well before his activation period. The fact that this software remains is baffling and interesting, and he can't help but wonder why manufacturing protocol felt it necessary to keep this.

That isn't to say that he's displeased. Not even close. 9S shivers when such a delicious tickle follows that last kiss that touches down just beneath his navel, hips wriggling ever so slightly when she deftly undoes his belt. With the little information that he has on sexual activity, the most he expects is the standard. Why her body so delicately lowers itself on him is beyond his comprehension, but he follows along. 2B seems to know just what thrills him, each motion perfect in its execution. In her gaze alone, he finds himself surging with this feeling that he can't put a word to. Something well beyond physical stimuli, something that makes his throat tighten.

What... Is this? Why does it hurt in the worst, yet most beautiful way when their eyes meet? Without the cover of their combat visors, both are exposed and vulnerable, and 9S hadn't taken 2B to be a vulnerable person at all. Despite his uncertainty of her intentions through this angle, he trusts her. Though he props himself up by an elbow to regard her properly.

Something... Speaks to him about this. Something about the way his hand cups her cheek and idly tucks hair behind her ear. Just as she had when he'd expressed his intentions with the offering of a flower. That breadcrumb trail embedded deep in his OS somehow dictating his movements. His thumb traces the line of her jaw, curiously takes to her chin and laves over her lips.

He feels as if speaking might hurt this. Might hurt her. And he isn't certain as to why.

Basic to little understanding of sexual activity at least tells him to assist. His hands still tremble, both breaking away from her in order to unbutton his shorts. ]

[ 2B often wonders why so many pleasure receptors are rigged into their skin if they were made purely for combat; is it simply a carryover from an earlier time? 9S has spoken about baths feeling good before, so it isn't a purely sexual thing, either; while she can try to guess at their creator's thought processes when it came to making them, 2B knows that she likely won't ever get an actual answer... And that's fine. The way 9S gasps and writhes underneath her is answer enough, and for the first time since her activation, she feels a twisted sense of gratitude to their designer.

9S is correct in his assumption: she wasn't made to be vulnerable at all, so the fact that she's put herself in such a compromising position speaks volumes. 2B is well-versed in the way 9S' body reacts to certain stimuli; at this point, she may as well have created his most sensitive spots, just as he created hers. 2B feels the same gorgeous, deep ache that he does every time their eyes meet, and though part of her wants to cry and scream at the way the entirety of their time together has played out, a larger part of her wants to be with him again, to take solace in being so entangled with him that nothing else seems to matter.

It's almost a bit like the E-Drug Jackass had been developing. 2B hadn't understood the addiction and dependency her fellow androids had experienced, but being with 9S brings her a little bit closer. Nothing seems to matter when she's with him like this, and when he lifts himself up onto his elbow, she's grateful for the better view of his face.

2B pauses her movements when his thumb smooths along the shape of her lips, the gesture paralyzing in its tenderness. Part of her wants to speak, to express a sentiment she hardly understands, but her voice dies in her throat. When he helps her with undoing his shorts, she works to pull them off from his waist, kissing a winding trail from his hip and down the length of his thigh. 2B has handled his cock enough to understand what works for him and what doesn't, and as her mouth works against the mock-flesh of his inner thigh, she gently encircles his need with her fingers, lightly beginning to stroke along its velvety length. ]

[ He's consistently marveled at how every little gesture seems to work him just the right way. 9S is forced completely still and stiff, once his shorts are discarded and 2B is quick to deliver those delicate kisses along his inner thigh. It's a tease, he feels, because the closer she gets to the crux of his thighs, his need painfully throbs. His lips fall open, a shaken moan following the delicate grip of his need.

He'd known of the logistics behind what sensations the human penis craved for-- Wet and hot friction, but something about the warmth of 2B's hand brings a surge of pleasure that he only thought came with penetration. 9S shuts an eye, tightly pressed beneath his brow that wrinkles with his nose. It's a delicate introduction of what's to come, but already he feels his pleasure receptors light ablaze.

Not once does his gaze leave hers. Though his expression distorts with tension, need, and desperation, he doesn't dare look away. ]

N...Ah.

[ Don't think. Don't question. 9S is in a constant state of deja vu that he can't comprehend and it bothers him. But he hangs on to every little gesture, desperate to feel more when those delicate strokes force the roll of his hips. He wants to touch her... Is she even getting anything out of this? He isn't touching her, is stuck writhing and staring like a fool. To know that she's purposefully made herself vulnerable to him and has taken time to give him attention just...

He hisses. Biting back something akin to a sob. 9S' throat tightens, his internal temperature climbing higher and higher. 2B knows exactly what to touch, but it's her gaze that seeks to destroy him. Perhaps it's the complete reformatting of his systems again and again that have made him so lonely, so desperate for validation and kindness. But 9S remains unaware.

So why does her ongoing affection hurt so much? Why does he want to drown himself in their mutual misery and never leave this poorly lit room?

9S reaches for her, incapable of avoiding at least some semblance of touch. He seeks her free hand, the one not delicately servicing his need, working to tangle their fingers together so he can feel as connected to her as possible. ]

[ Even 2B is mildly taken aback by how reactive 9S is; he'd been receptive before, too, of course, but there's a certain sense of innocence in this instance, like every touch and caress on her part comes as a shock. She supposes that that's understandable, though. This isn't the same body she'd touched before, and it's hardly the same consciousness she'd engaged with previously, even if at his core 9S is no one but himself. His cock twitches every time her mouth nears its base, and she wonders at the preciseness of their engineering; there's something organic in the movement, quickfire and unmeasured. It's a far cry from the precise, smooth movements that androids usually have.

2B keeps her eyes on his face, watching his expression contort into one of pleasure, and she graces him with another soft smile. She only averts her gaze in order to look at his cock, her fingers still deftly moving along its length as she repositions herself, folding her legs and settling down onto her knees. 9S hips jerk into her hand as she tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, bringing her lips dangerously close to his crown. It's true that she gets no real physical stimulus from this, but she's long since learned that that isn't the point between her and 9S. To 2B, it's about pleasing him, about the closeness that the two of them share.

2B lifts her eyes back up to his for a split second before they lower shut, her lips parting as she places a delicate kiss to the head of his need. She follows up with a light, gentle suckling motion as she takes him into her mouth as she has several times before, her fingers tangling with his as he reaches for her hand. 2B's palm presses flat against his as she dips her head midway towards his base, the hand stroking him not once ceasing its movements.

It's such a small, intimate gesture, one that they didn't partake in frequently. Holding 9S' hand causes something warm to bloom inside the circuits of her guts, fluid rushing towards her face and causing it to flush in spite of the filthy things her mouth is doing to him. ]

[ Perhaps its the surprising, yet delicate manner in which he was introduced to this that he bears no desire for being destroyed quite yet. But 9S feels at ease, despite the constant overflow of analytic theories and questions that plague him. 9S manages to finally get lost in her gaze, in the beautiful yet lewd image of 2B's soft features so close to his need. His cock throbs, stands upright and casts a shadow against her face when she gets too close. It's absolutely depraved, but there's a beauty in how her pink lips seem to compliment the pale skin of his length.

Those lips meet with the manufactured, artificial glans that seems to serve itself as equally sensitive to that of the human need. ]

Nnk--!

[ 9S whimpers to such a gesture. Biting his lip once more when he continues to force his glance to remain on her. Something that is so dirty and so ill-advised on behalf of Command just seems so poetic and so right in 2B's execution. He's met with this overflow of heat and sensitive nerves firing off one after the other as her lips encircle his girth. Her tongue is wet, warm, seemingly caressing the underside of his cock so affectionately in its descent, all while her hand still seeks to follow along.

Just as he had been in his previous body, 9S is vocal. Incapable of being silent when pleasure receptors seem to relentlessly fire off and threaten to undo him completely. His hips roll into her mouth, fighting not to outright fuck her this way even if there's a vague, hidden desire in the back of his mind for it. The appreciation of roughness is there, yet having not been born quite yet to the full potential they had reached before.

No. No this is sweet, passionate, and the soft little whimpers that fall from 9S' lips bear nothing more than a loving desperation for more. His head rolls back, and he swallows thickly. The mock-Adam's Apple that prods beneath his flesh rolls with the movement, neck tense and skin taught. His pale lips fall open, another moan coming out just a bit hoarse in comparison to the last. ]

That... That's good.

[ Speaking is difficult, but he can't outright avoid it. No matter how hard he tries. 9S' hand squeezes 2B's in encouragement, seeking more. ]

Ah... Wow. Keep. Keep going.

[ 9S is as vocal as ever, and 2B is appreciative. Her programming and the path she's been set on since her activation fades as she reverently bobs her lips up and down around his cock, her tongue rolling against it in a manner that's obviously practiced. She moans softly as he bottoms out at the back of her throat, knowing how much he'd liked that before everything that had transpired in the cavern with the Lunar Tears, the rumble of her voice reverberating along his length.

The noises he makes only serve to spur her on, thoughts of Command and duty long forgotten as her lips close around his girth. 9S feels hot and impossibly hard in her mouth, her hand almost leisurely stroking along the slick trail left from her lips and tongue. Though the entirety of 2B is artificial, there's something almost biological about the way she worships his cock with her mouth, all warmth and passion. 2B answers his vocalizations with soft, encouraging sounds of her own, eager for the feedback his whimpers and moans provide.

When he squeezes her hand, 2B takes it as a cue to keep going, gradually picking up speed as she bobs her head upwards before dipping back down. Her lips are soft and warm around the circumference of his need, gently pillowing around it as her tongue swirls and laves against its underside. She pays special attention to his glans, sucking it gently as she teases the tip of her tongue along his slit, her hand moving swiftly as it strokes along his length.

His words only serve to make 2B more enthusiastic, her moans of appreciation becoming more frequent. While 9S' voice serves to calm her in any other situation, there's something undeniably erotic about the way he speaks when they're joined together like this. ]

[ It seems that his sounds bear no reason to be embarrassed-- 9S had been close to that when he realized how his volume had suddenly increased. But the reward of 2B's normally serious, casual tone carrying such melodic sounds of need and passion put those worries at bay. It becomes clear to him that she finds enjoyment from this, and it encourages him. He even smiles despite himself, almost finding it humorous that he can't stay quiet.

She's that good, he supposes.

9S rolls his head forward, licking his lips as he watches her increase her pace. Salvia-like fluid drips so perfectly from her lips, dribbling down his cock as he hits the end of her throat. She takes him in expertly to the hilt, but 9S has stopped wondering if she's ever touched someone else. He appreciates her prowess, eager and wanting more. 9S sighs loudly, lewdly as his hips twitch into her mouth. He hisses, trying so hard to keep his eye on her when the temptation to throw his head back again overwhelms him. ]

H--Ahhh, 2B...

2B.

[ He's already quiet close, given how naturally sensitive he is in this newly forged body. It shows in the way he tenses and writhes, in how his hand tightens and untightens it's grip on her. ]

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