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 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. ]

[ 2B feels like she can listen to him all day, the soft, breathy noises he makes driving her half-mad with lust. She quickens her pace again, wanting him to reach an end she's not entirely sure he's still capable of finding, though the way he twitches and throbs in her mouth assures her that he likely is. She catches a glimpse of his smile and it warms her, causing her to seek more of the loud, delicious noises that rumble from the back of his throat.

2B's eyes meet his as she veritably fucks him with her mouth, her brow furrowing every time the blunt head of his cock kisses against the back of her throat. The hand stroking him begins to move with renewed fervor as she withdraws her mouth from his cock in favor of running her tongue along its underside, her gaze smoldering. Something devious takes hold of her as his hips twitch, her designation falling forth from his perfect mouth as she murmurs, low and husky: ]

Nines. [ It's mildly teasing, but she doesn't stop for too long to study his reaction in favor of taking him into her mouth again, her efforts redoubled as her hand keeps a firm grip on his own. ]

[ There's... Something. A promise, a feeling that he can only compare to the likes of what it is to look from over a ledge before jumping. 9S feels something tighten in his chassis, his pulse skyrocketing and his internal heat becoming nearly unbearable. ]

Analysis: Internal core temperature for Unit: 9S has increased to unsafe numbers. Proposal: Cease strenuous activity that is likely cau--

P-Pod, deactivate status reports until further notice!

[ He speaks quickly, hoarse and breathless, feeling his entire body shudder to uncontrollable levels as his Pod acknowledges the command and continues to hover. He hadn't thought of that beforehand. It's hard to think at all at this point... Which is where 9S supposes he reaches bliss.

But he stands corrected. Especially when 2B calls him Nines.

It's a moniker that he hadn't brought up yet. One that he has suggested to many to call him by. Because it's what friends do, it's what individuals who are close to one-another address each other by. Nicknames, affectionate terms. A gesture that no one. No one has ever offered to him. Because no one truly cared. No one truly liked him.

2B is... 2B is different.

And so, it strikes him like a match to gasoline. 9S grits his teeth, shivering when she finally dips back to her efforts and increases the speed. He hisses, gasps, and as the multiple modes of friction offered by her mouth and hand pick up in intensity, so does that feeling he can only compare to what one experiences before free-fall. ]

Y-Yeah, yeah, more. Please-- Please, 2B, I'm--!

[ He thinks he's close. Well, his measurement is quite wrong, given that he has no standard of expectations for himself yet. 9S feels a sudden surge of white-hot stimuli, something akin to being pushed and his visuals suddenly gone for the moment. His head throws back in a throaty cry, body jolting as if it had been shocked as his climax sneaks up behind him and ends him. It's not unlike how 2B had reacted once her nerve receptors were put back online, and in fact, it reminds him of it when it happens.

A rush of hot, thick lubricant pours from his length, the entirety of it made instantly over-stimulated and sensitive. 9S' vocals glitch and become fuzzy, but only for just a moment as the rush of pleasure threatens to compromise all of his functions. And all he can do is roll through it. ]

[ 2B is familiar enough with his tells to know when he's closed even if 9S himself doesn't know it yet. She can feel the same familiar shudder, the way he twitches, the precise way his breath hitches in his throat as she moves her lips up and down the velvety length of his shaft. When his Pod speaks, 2B gives a quiet chuckle; she'd long since set her own Pod to enter sleep mode whenever her body met certain, specific parameters ever since the first few instances in which she and 9S engaged in coitus.

She has to commend 9S on his ability to retain enough composure to command his Pod, but all of that comes undone as his moans and cries grow louder, prompting her to continue on, unrelenting. 2B knows what the nickname, the closeness , does to him, if only because it does the same for her. She can't help the appreciative moan that escapes her lips as she watches him come apart, the sight all at once beautiful and nostalgic.

The familiar spurt of lubricant hits the back of her throat as she watches his face, and she eagerly swallows all of it, her tongue still gently laving against the underside of his shaft as his hips roll and buck up into her mouth. Strings of lubricant and mock-saliva coat the parts of his need not covered by her mouth, and her hand still gently strokes his length as he rides out his climax. When 2B finally releases him, she folds her legs underneath her, sitting up to admire her handiwork. ]

... You alright?

[ It almost seems like it will never stop. 9S is made victim to a torrent of white-hot tremors that make him writhe and tremble beneath her. His visuals struggle to keep up, his internals working in overdrive to keep himself on the right side of consciousness and efficiency. His climax is so strong, it's as if he forgets who he is for a second.

He falls back against the bed, arm giving way and no longer capable of holding him up. 9S catches the brief glimpse of his fluids dribble from her mouth before she outright swallows them and-- Holy fuck that is strangely erotic.

But he can't speak. Not quite yet at least, and he's left gasping for air and trying to gather himself. His heart is pumping ridiculously hard and fast within his chassis, internal heat still high and making him hot to the touch. 9S pants, the look of complete shock on his features until a tired smile takes his lips. 9S lets go of 2B, hand moving to his face to wipe at his brow and push away errant strands of hair. ]

Ha--Ah, yeah.

[ 9S swallows, then exhales. ]

More than alright, that was... Surprising.

[ Give him a second for his thoughts to catch up. ]

[ 2B seeks to prolong the feeling for 9S as long as possible, her tongue almost lazily licking along the circumference of his need. She knows what a climax can do to the visual processors of an android, so she waits patiently as 9S recovers himself, her hand still gently moving even as she rests her cheek against his hip. She watches him almost adoringly, eyes half-lidded and attentive as she watches his chest rise and fall with labored breathing.

The surface of his skin is hot to the touch, but 2B shows no signs of minding. Very gently, she releases his hand and his shaft as she lifts herself up to sit by his side, remaining close enough to touch. ]

It always is the first time, I think, [ She offers, drawing her knees to her chest. ] Take all the time you need. I'm here.

[ He twitches as her gestures continue, the threat of over-stimulation ever present. But 9S can't disagree with it. His lips twitch, the delicate sound of a stuttering grunt following the sensation of her tongue lapping at his sated length. 9S exhales heavily, back arched for just a moment in the form of a stretch, to try and gather himself.

As 2B adjusts and sits beside him, his head rolls to the side, still lying on his back. His hand drops from his face, looking to her. It's just... Strange. The way his heart seems to swell when he looks at her. It doesn't make sense with how little they've known one another, but 9S is so keen on the idea that they had to have known each other longer. He has no proof, but...

9S shakes the thought, bombarded by this kind, affectionate side of her that he wants to keep to himself. He works to prop himself up, on all fours to face her when he crawls just close enough to close the distance between them. ]

Take time? No. After all that?

[ He can't just... Leave it there. Not when he's detected that she had been just as aroused as he. 9S feels compelled to return the favor, to express equal affection because he's terrifying not returning the gesture would result in her thinking he doesn't feel the same. He's so grateful to it, to know that someone cares, and so...

He wants to spoil her. To make it clear that he's dedicated to her and no one else. No one else has cared so much about him. Has even looked at him the way she does. ]

You said we don't have to leave yet. I'll take time, but only for your sake. If... That's okay.

[ He isn't necessarily incapable of doing the right thing here. Scanner models learn quickly, and so he draws from the experience he'd just had. Eager to do much the same. Though this time, his kisses start at her brow, lower between her eyes, the tip of her nose and chin. While he remains before her on his hands and knees, his face is directly aimed at her chest, which he's quick to give delicate, lingering, peppered kisses along her collar. ]

[ 2B enjoys pushing the limits of how much 9S can take, the shudders and twitches of his body extremely gratifying to her eye. She loves the 9S that lies back, shuddering and sated, as she deftly continues to manipulate his body, sending jolts of pleasure-bordering-oversensitivity through the entirety of his being. When he looks at her, she meets his gaze, her expression even in spite of the wet ache that has only intensified between her legs.

She knows 9S likely feels something familiar about all this; the way he's looking at her tells her so. She isn't about to give anything away just yet, though, eager for him to draw his own conclusions. Her affection is reserved for him alone, however, and when he moves closer, she slips slightly underneath him if only so she can cradle his face in her hands. ]

Hm... [ 2B responds, unsure of what he's intent on doing. Her thighs part almost of their own accord as her body expectantly assumes what's to come. He's gentle to the point of heartbreak, causing her eyelids to flutter as his lips meet her brow, a soft, shuddering sigh escaping her lips as he works his way lower. ]

... Whatever you want, [ 2B murmurs breathing, and she means it. Her hands fall from his face to gently card through his hair, the heat of his mouth causing the heat between her thighs to spike and melt all at once. ]

[ She had been so loving, so generous... 9S can still feel as if her lips are all over him, suckling his shaft and pawing at his front panel. 9S still feels the remnants of devastatingly beautiful pain in his chassis, something that continues to tighten and smother him when he hangs on that feeling he has. The belief that something is off about all of this.

But he doesn't have much time to focus on that. Especially not when 2B so happily allows him his turn to explore her. Her sigh as he kisses her nose destroys him. Burns him from the inside, out, because it's the most beautiful sound he's heard. He's nervous, though he's sure of his skills after recalling every last thing that she had just done to him. How hard can it be?

Whatever you want, she breathes. That's a large offer, containing so much that he isn't sure she can give. But he does know that he wants her, completely, and if he's allowed that much? He'll take. 9S sighs happily against the swell of her breast, shivering when her fingers drift along his scalp and caress thick, yet short tresses of white. As her thighs part, it allows him room to crawl a bit closer, to nestle himself between her legs. 9S reaches one hand for her waist, finding purchase at the curve of her hip while his head tilts. His kisses press across her right breast, ghosting along the pink of her nipple before tentatively, curiously dragging his tongue along the tip.

With a heavy, hot breath, he whispers. ]

Then I want you.

Edited 2017-04-18 20:45 (UTC)

[ 2B would be lying if she said she wasn't trying to drown herself in him, to bury all of her doubts and regrets inside of the delicious sensations that come with being close to him. The thought makes her feel disgusting, like more of a monster than she already is, but she can't help it; 9S makes her feel like everything will be alright, so long as she remains by his side. She knows that her partner isn't stupid and that she hasn't been the most discreet when it comes to acting like they've met before, but part of her desperately wants him to find out... if only so she doesn't have to bear this burden alone anymore.

When 9S begins his eager exploration of her body, 2B is happy to oblige him, her fingertips lovingly threading through the strands of his hair. She makes a small noise through closed lips as his lips travel further south, her thighs parting further in order to accommodate him. His skin is still incredibly hot against her front, and though her leotard still covers her lower half, she can feel him almost burning her through the thin fabric.

9S' words make her breath catch; this isn't new, because they always have. She shifts slightly against him, making a soft, uncharacteristically girlish noise as his tongue laves against the sensitive bud of her nipple, her body immediately flaring back to life as her arousal overrides every other function of her body. ]

I-In what sense. [ She asks, more of a statement than a question. ]

[ God, the way she seems so soft and delicate in this position... A woman who is harder than she is soft, strong and undefeatable. 9S wants to drown himself in this image of her, to burn it into his memory because what little he'd seen of her hadn't supported this result at all. But he's pleased, eager to hear more when he suckles on the delicate pink nub. He hums into her, delighted to taste her. Their parts are entirely artificial, but work fantastically well. 9S doesn't physically feel anything from this, but the thrill and swell in his chest makes it so worth it.

Now he understands why 2B has chosen to touch him in such a way.

His hand at her hip tickles forward, grazing along her belly, then her thigh. It teases along the outside, similar to what her lips had done to him before sealing themselves around his need. While 9S is nervous, he's a fast learner, focus of analysis solely on her reactions.

He has to briefly break away to answer. 9S releases her breast with a wet pop, a heavy breath wafting along the soaked spot he made. Icy blue eyes lift to meet with hers, and he softly smiles at her. That hand slowly, tentatively cups her mound, still guarded by her leotard. There is nothing but innocence in his gaze. ]

Could... I have you in every way possible?

[ He takes a heavy inhale, sighing. His knees fold, half-seated between her legs for the time being. He lifts his head, leaning to kiss the base of her neck. None of this makes sense still, but he can't care about that now. 9S may not understand why he so desperately just wants to be hers, but he doesn't deny himself either. ]

I don't understand why. But I just... Want to please you.

[ 2B only allows herself to feel this soft and small when she's with 9S, completely at his mercy and pliable to his every whim. She doesn't allow anyone to even think this side of her exists at all, but the noises she makes as his mouth moves over her say otherwise. The sensitive receptors posited in her nipples practically sing as his lips enclose around them, cause 2B to moan and gasp every time he moves his tongue.

The hands tangled in his hair give it a light, playful tug as he teases her, her inner thighs damp with arousal as his fingers slide over them. 2Bs hips buck up into the sensation, desperate to feel him touch her where she needs it most, and her teeth catch upon her lower lip as his fingertips dance across her skin. The feeling of his breath against warm, wet flesh causes her to shiver, her hips lifting up off the bed as his hand cups her mound.

Her face flushes with want at his question, and she looks away. Even the unflappable 2B gets embarrassed sometimes. ]

Y-You already have that, [ She argues, the innocent glint of his eyes disarming her as it always does. She cranes her neck to give his mouth easier access, shivering beneath him as his fingers toy with the fabric covering her soaking slit, prompting a soft, desperate moan to bloom from her lips. ]

It's the same for me. I don't... I can't understand it myself.

[ 9S feels himself burn and fall apart just in the sound of 2B's voice, a rush of eagerness and confidence taking hold as he quickly learns what she likes. 9S hangs on to every discovery, every noise and motion, dragging it on as if he's keen on doing this forever. His objection forgotten. His world only 2B...

She stutters, he hums with delight. His cheeks color. Hearing her composure crack as his hand delicately touches her sends shivers down his spine. He could listen to it forever, and so he keeps going in search of more.

Though his mind is clouded with confusion, he smothers himself completely in her. Desperate for something, anything to make it so they never go far from one another. He clings to her sounds, her pleasure, moaning into her neck. His tongue flicks along her manufactured pulse, lips delicately following its wet touch. His fingers curiously drag along her clothed slit, marveling at the wetness that continues to soak through. ]

That's... Okay. Mm...

[ Another kiss to her neck. Then her shoulder. Her chest, breasts, and stomach. Lower as his fingers toy with her sex, slowly creep to the hem and slide it sideways. Exposing her mound to the warm air while his lips kiss a trail. His eyes never leave hers, and as his face comes close to her sex, he stops. ]

I'll figure it out. For the both of us.

[ 9S' hips push back, his belly flat upon the bed and his entirety laying between her legs. He kisses her inner thigh, her slit, cautious and ever-observant as he breathes along her core. His tongue slowly drags along those pale, yet swollen lips. They are just as slow in slipping between her folds, flicking along the soaked flesh just once. Observing her reaction. ]

[ To say 2B is flustered would be a vast understatement, her cerebral processes jumbled and interspersed with nonsense snippets of code that make her jerk and spasm beneath his attentions. Try as she might to hold her noises in, she can't help but be extremely vocal, her moans coming louder and with more frequency as he works her over. As far as she's concerned, 9S is the only thing that exists. 9S, and his perfect lips and tongue and eyes, his heated skin molten against hers.

She can tell he's pleased by her lack of composure, and it only serves to make her lose more of it. Even with the buffer her leotard provides, the heat of his fingertips stroke her to the core, causing her thighs to part more lewdly as her stocking-clad feet struggle to find purchase on the sheets. Her breath comes in sharp, short gasps, her body attempting to vent it's overwhelming heat as best it can, be it through her pores or mouth.

As 9S lowers himself, 2B watches him with alarm, her hands leaving his hair in order to support her upright position. He's... never done this before. She watches him, needy and flushed as he places himself between her legs, the flesh of her thigh following against his lips as he bares her sex to the relatively cool air of their shared room. 2B's lips part at the sight, a high, needy moan curling past her lips as she watches him. ]

Once you do, let me know, [ She manages to choke before he dips his head between her legs, prompting her to gasp and cry out. ] N-Nines--!

[ Her moans are like a beautiful symphony, tickling at his ears and his insides. 9S wriggles against 2B when her moans come out louder and heavier with each passing moment. What greets him between her legs is a warmth he's never quite experienced before-- Taste is not necessarily a major feature with androids, but he's met with something strangely delightful. Her sex is warm, wet, and fragrant, begging for more just from a singular flick of his tongue. He shivers, then smiles.

There's no point in verbally responding. Not now. And as soon as that comforting nickname falls from her lips so lewdly, he presses into her, making speaking impossible. His gaze stays on her, marveling at the way her beautiful features contort in pleasure and ecstasy. Knowing that he has such an effect on her sends him to the moon and tears him apart all the same. He wants more. Wishes to bury himself in her sounds and in her cunt, which he begins a slow yet firm assault on her flesh. The flat of his tongue laves along her beautifully pink flesh, suckling idly and humming in content. His eyes shut, immersing himself in nothing but 2B.

He caresses her thighs, squeezes pale fingers into them as he leans further in. 9S continues to lap and devour her, a devious and lewd action that seems almost sugar-coated with the way his legs bend back, feet idly swinging through his gestures. As if it's fun for him, and it is. So incredibly enjoyable, and he wants more of it. ]

[ 2B tries her best to keep her eyes open in order to burn the sight of him between her legs into her memory, but she can't help the way they flutter shut, synapses firing and misfiring as the muscular systems in her inner thigh twitch. She catches a glimpse of his smile, almost devilish in its innocence, and it does her no favors; 2B fights the urge for her head to loll back as she bites her lower lip, her hips rolling and eager for more of the same stimulus.

It's just as 2B thinks she might be able to get a handle on herself that 9S veritably buries his face against her folds, prompting her to cry out in half-surprise. She does her best to keep eye contact, finding the fact that his gaze has never left her face to be insanely erotic, but she can't help the way her visual processors fade in and out, fuzzy with static. The feeling of his tongue is warm and wet, velvety and soft in places until he decides otherwise, and the sensitive bundle of pleasure receptors placed at the top of her folds stand absolutely no chance against it. 2B's moans soon turn to cries accompanied with the frenzied bucking of her hips against his mouth, the thin column of her neck exposing itself as she tilts her chin backwards.

2B feels molten, her sex swollen and slick with long-forgotten fluids intended for a neglected function of her android body, her audio and visual processes threatening to short. Warning after warning after warning pops up behind her eyes, warning her of imminent overheating and eventual system shortage, but she can't bring herself to care. She wants more of 9S' tongue and lips, to die in the way he makes her feel. Bringing a hand to the top of his head, her fingers card through his hair again, more desperate and less gentle than before as heat threatens to consume her.

She opens her mouth to speak, wanting to encourage him, but she finds that her words are overtaken by her moans and cries, elicited by the wicked movements of his tongue.
She manages to whimper and beg his name like a prayer, fragmented and repeating as she writhes and shudders underneath his attentions. ]

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