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--"

[ That question certainly comes up a lot. Particularly with the ones 9S frequents with. "Is 2B okay with this?"

"Don't you usually go to her first?"

"I thought you two were at least close enough. Or even together!l

Wishful thinking. 9S has never truly adjusted to sleep, and so he's laid awake many nights thinking about it. About her. Because even prior to them suddenly being human and forced to have sex frequently in order to survive? He'd had feelings of complete adoration and care. The closest thing to "love" that he can fathom. Even if he may not completely understand it.

For the first time, he almost wants to say emotions are prohibited. It would be an easy out to an uncomfortable tension. But 9S avoids it. He stops typing, he abruptly turns to face her from his chair. And he laughs.]

Petty? You're the one with the sharp tongue all of a sudden.

Why should I be the one to start anything? That's pretty bold coming from the one who runs a tight ship and follows protocol.

[ 2B isn't sure why, but she finds herself rising to the occasion. Her expression is one of cool, simmering annoyance as he turns to face her, her eyebrows furrowing as she squares her jaw. She tries not to lose sleep over the thought of 9S in someone else's bed, though she knows such thoughts are useless at best and dangerous at worst. Their relationship has undergone many a change since their arrival upon the island, and while most of them are for the better, 2B finds herself yearning for the simpler days where she was simply his ward and her feelings were much less complicated.

Emotions are pain, pure and simple. While she misses the simplicity of their time back in their world, she vastly prefers this reality to killing him over and over again. She'd rather be having this uncomfortable argument with him time and again if it meant that she'd never have to hurt him again. ]

I don't know what protocol you're talking about, but I'm pretty sure it flew out the window the moment we woke up here. [ 2B's gaze holds his evenly, fire flickering behind her eyes. ] I'm pretty sure protocol doesn't entail fucking strangers, either, but that hasn't stopped either of us, now has it?

[ Her voice is low, dangerous. ] Protocol didn't stop you from running off to take care of that brand the instant it showed up on your skin.

[ 2B knows that that's not entirely fair; 9S' nature makes him inherently inquisitive. Of course he'd be interested in studying the nature of their prison and all that their captivity entails. Still, she glares at him, leaning against the edge of a table with her arms folded, one leg crossed over the other. ]

[ A sensation he's still not quite adjusted to: adrenaline. There's something similar to it when combat is initiated in their true forms, but something about it inside of a human form is much more... Carnal. Arguments seem to make his skin run hot, his gut to churn and tighten and his chest to wrap itself in knots. The desire to fight merely with tongue is far more alluding to him than what comes of crushing a machine's chassis in.

9S stands when he feels his blood pressure spike. That desire to raise his voice is damn near painful. He has no idea how naturally born men deal with this but it hurts. It hurts because he wants to make a point. It hurts because he hasn't let himself get fucked in weeks. It hurts because he wants 2B in so many ways that he honestly feels he'll never have. Those lips that deliver poison have been kissed, tasted, and not by him.

It bothers him. If fucking hurts. But he maintains a stance that suggests something other than sadness. His gaze narrows, his expression ever clear without the shroud of his combat visor. His body is stiff, muscles tight, though his head tilts. He matches her tone with something equally dark and threatening. ]

No, it hasn't. I'll give you that.

[ 9S should be fascinated by the way his chest naturally puffs. It's a human reaction, one that is both utilized when threatening a potential threat and when trying to impress a mate. Who's to say what the purpose of that action is now? It's likely the latter. He can't be sure, but it's possible. ]

Does the idea of someone else touching me piss you off?

Correct me if I'm wrong, 2B, but just because I'm not a Scanner anymore doesn't mean I'm dense.

[ When 9S stands, something inside of 2B shifts, causing her to straighten... though she doesn't properly push off of the edge of the table. Not yet. Instead, she lowers her arms, the heels of her palms resting upon its surface as her fingers curl along its edge, her gaze even as she watches him. If she were still in her original form, she'd likely hear his internal systems initiate combat sequences from this distance, but as it stands now, all she can hear is the sound of blood pounding in her ears.

When he puffs his chest, 2B stares at his face, uncrossing her legs. His tone matches hers and it sends a thrill up her spine, but she isn't sure why. She feels something strange and warm as he stands and faces her, something that's been absent since her arrival here; it's gooey, visceral. While it vaguely reminds her of the way her body eventually warmed to the attentions of eager lovers, there's something markedly different. It feels akin to passion, or at least she thinks it does.

While 9S thinks of all the ways people have claimed and kissed her lips, all 2B can think about is the way she wants to do the same to his. ]

Not as much as my being touched seems to set you off. I never needed to be a Scanner model to see that much.

[ She doesn't admit to it, but she doesn't deny it, either. 2B's certain he'll pick up on that. ]

[ This is torture. This is complete and utter torture, and 9S has to wonder how humans didn't flat out rip each other apart. The way his pulse spikes is similar to what he once experienced in a mechanical sense, but this? No this is... This is painful. An almost predatory kind of reaction he would compare to a jungle cat. It's horrifying that he can't simply run a scan and see what the source of it is.

Though he's pretty sure he knows why. It's hormones. Plain and simple. When 9S' mouth waters and his insides tighten, it's pretty clear that the hunger he feels is directed entirely in a desire and need for the woman in front of him. He can't deny that, and honestly? He never has. At least not to himself.

He's always wanted her. Even as an android, it seems the need for her hasn't changed. 9S wants to completely ravage her, devour her completely while she does the same to him. A quality that has remained consistent this whole time.

What she says burns him. It coaxes him to take a step forward, hands clenching into fists at his sides. 9S takes a sharp inhale through his nose when he feels like his insides are on fire. He can hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Of course it sets him off knowing that someone else got to touch 2B first.

Fuck them. He should be the one to leave a mark. To cover up the stench of others on her skin and wash her in nothing but his essence. 9S feels a sense of ownership that he doesn't think he's ever felt before. A possessiveness to take her himself. He stares at her lips when they move, he wonders how they would taste between his teeth. He wonders what it sounds like when she's so fucking close. He's heard a woman in complete ecstasy, he's been the cause of it, but god...

He is so sure she sounds so different. That feeling of passion is felt on both sides. 9S wants to love her until she fucking bleeds. ]

So you admit it.

You want me.

I've never denied it.

[ 2B remains still as he moves closer, her voice belying the way her blood seems to sing at the very sight of him. She practically throbs for him to come closer, and though she isn't sure if it's due to Atollo's influence or not, she can't bring herself to care. Her body feels hot and heady, her skin burning with something akin to anticipation. There's a palpable sense of tension surrounding the both of them, constricting around her neck and coagulating in her throat as her heart leaps when he moves near.

2B has never been one for romantic language, but she knows that 9S is the only one she's ever wanted. Everything about him intoxicates her, makes her want to feel him from the outside in. She's never felt that way about anyone, and though she's touched her new, human body to the thought once or twice, she'd never openly admit it.

As far as she's concerned, her body is his to mark and break and taste. It always has been. While her feelings for him as an android have been notably less carnal than what she feels on Atollo, the fact still stands that she's always wanted him.

2B leans back slightly, shifting her weight onto the surface of the table. She maintains her composure as she stares steadily up at his face, her tone remarkably even. ]

You make it sound like it's some kind of problem.

[ She says it so easily. It falls from her lips effortlessly, drips from them like sweet honey yet strikes him like a bullet. When 9S hesitates in his steps forward, it's only because he hadn't quite expected her to admit it so freely. How something so short and sweet could turn him on so painfully is beyond him, but it does. His breath hitches only enough for him to notice, but he moves forward well enough.

9S fights off stammering, of showing any sort of vulnerability because he somehow feels this responsibility to be the dominant one here. It was so vastly different when he was simply her partner. When he wanted her to just destroy him. And oh, he still does. But he wants the act to be mutual. A shared activity. He wants to ruin her and ravish her all the same. He doesn't, however, avoid the way his cheeks immediately color. That he can't control. ]

Problem?

[ 9S makes a sputtering sound. Something mocking and dismissive. His tone only slightly fails him when he gets close enough, when he still keeps enough distance, but seeks to close it with only mild hesitation. ]

Maybe I just wanted to hear you say it.

[ His neck cranes, chin up. 9S licks his lips, and he speaks with almost a sense of entitlement. ]

So say it. Let's do something about it.

&small>[ The closer he gets to her, the harder it become for her to breathe. 2B notes his hesitation but doesn't comment on it, her own breath threatening to catch in her throat as he closes the distance between them. 9S' dominance is foreign, but thrilling; the way he looks at her causes some warm, aching need to awaken between her thighs.

2B has hardly any idea what to do with these feelings, but as with all things, she ensures. Even as his tongue moves to wet his lips and her mind wanders, she endures. 2B's lips part as she watches him from her perch on the table's edge, measuring her response. ]

I don't see why I should say anything explicitly when you haven't done the same. [ It's devious and she knows it, much in the same way that she parts her thighs, subtle and by a small degree. ] All you've done is sulk and get angry. I have no idea what you want.

[ A half-truth. 2B has a fairly good idea, but who is she to assume? ]

[ Even in a human form, 9S craves validation. It doesn't really matter from who, per se, but something about 2B's presence makes that desire almost insatiable. Once, he could just blame it on programming. Even if, logically, that wasn't the case, it just made things easier. As a human? 9S is almost desperate for any sort of attention when it comes to her. So this is more than enough, and she's right when she points out his sulking. They're both at fault, honestly, but he's far too pent up to admit it.

She wants him to make a move. That much is clear. It's both thrilling and terrifying all the same, even if he's confident in what he's learned. With 2B it's... It's different. Any woman he's bedded with has been purely for survival, even if he's developed close friendships out of it. There was still a sort of empty feeling every time he would roll out of bed and get dressed.

2B's thighs part while she leans against that table, body pressed to it where she seems so goddamn casual and aloof. As always. It makes his blood boil, his heart race. If she wants him to make the first move, maybe he'd get away with pushing her onto that table and ruining her right there. Showing her that she's made the wrong choice in sexual partners. That sense of entitlement and possessiveness grows by the second, and 9S rolls his eyes when she so kindly accuses him of sulking. ]

Fine.

[ He'll do something about it. If 2B wants him to take the reins and start this, he'll oblige. It's usually her leading the way, and him merely giving directions. 9S comes closer, arms reaching out to frame 2B at either side. They abruptly grab at the table, knuckles turning white. There's enough adrenaline here that there's little to no hesitation. They've established a matching want for each other? Fine. It's time to do something about it.

But he doesn't touch her yet. Even as his neck cranes to better regard her, their lips don't touch. ]

I'm almost disappointed, 2B. You were the combat model. Why not just take?

[ You've done it for everything else. Plenty of times before. ]

I don't think you really have room to be petulant, [ 2B says simply, leaning back as he comes forward. As he traps her with his arms at her sides, she looks up to his face, feigning a nonchalant expression even as her heart leaps into her throat at how close he is. She shifts underneath him, thighs parting further and coming to settle about his waist, heat threatening to overtake her and leaving her feeling heady. ]

You were the Scanner model. Why don't you figure that out yourself? [ She asks, her eyes falling towards his lips. He's close enough that she can feel his breath mingling with her own, the dark, angry mark on his neck providing ample explanation for his sudden forwardness. In a twisted way, she's grateful to Atollo for bringing them together like this. 2B tilts her head as if to slant her mouth against his, but she doesn't close the distance between them. Not yet.

Even before their arrival here, she's dreamed of this. Of being close, of feeling the way he moves underneath her weight. While 9S currently has the high ground, 2B can't bring herself to mind; the darker, almost unhinged way he regards her only causes arousal to pool warmly at the crux of her thighs, making her needy and almost insistent. ]

Besides... I figured that if that was what you wanted, you'd give it to me on your own.

[ Interesting, how Attolo's influence has brought them into such close proximity. 9S realizes that his forwardness is likely owed to it, but he doesn't focus on it. Not when hormones have him in a vice-like grip, working in tow with the island's influence. Something about 2B's words serve as the match that lights that hormonal fuel, indicated in the way he sharply inhales a breath. He can only compare it to some form of... Passionate anger. Her hips fall flush with his own and he can't help the way he immediately pushes into her.

The table creaks as his grip tightens along its rim. 9S parts his lips when she so teasingly angles her face, the heat of her breath caressing his wet lips that hunger for her own.

The arrangement has been made. It hasn't been with a verbal affirmation, and rather alluding to the promise in the form of argument and taunts. He could push her down and take her, but he doesn't. No. There's something about the torment they direct at one another that drives something white hot through his frame. The adrenaline rush is addicting, far more enticing than the excitement he'd once felt as an android in combat. Their noses touch, her accusation of him being one to so willingly give skins his lips. She isn't wrong... But the desire to challenge that tempts him. ]

Isn't that what you're doing?

[ He hadn't imagine taking the reins with 2B would be so... Exciting. With her being so correct, he'd assumed she would pin him down first. At least that's what his fantasies supported, and such thoughts still visit him nightly. 9S is bold enough to take one hand from the table, reaching around to slip his hand beneath her skirt, tightly gripping a handful of her ass and pulling her roughly against his waist. He leans in to her lips, his own grazing them just barely. ]

[ 2B is certain that hormones are to blame; after all, they weren't built to be able to handle the most basic of human processes, even if Atollo saw fit to outfit them with human biology. 2B keenly feels every single emotion that 9S' actions elicit, every hitch of her pulse and stutter of her breath more than evident as he drives his hips into her.

She can tell he's frustrated, and while she puzzles over why, she realizes that she is, too. 2B knows he has her in the most compromising of positions, but she remains seated beneath him, staring up at his face as he practically glowers down at her. She notes the way his lips part, so soft and tender-looking from this angle, and she fights the urge to smirk. Now isn't the time to be smug, after all.

Torturing 9S has never appealed to 2B in any way, but for some reason, the torturous electricity crackling between the both of them gives her as much pleasure as it does agony. When their noses touch, 2B gently brings her arms up to circle around his neck for support, keeping her mouth slanted in relation to his but barely close enough to touch. ]

What, being petulant? [ She half-teases, making a small noise as his hand finds her ass. 2B crooks her thigh about his waist, slowly rolling her hips upwards into his; she may not be as practiced at sexual congress as 9S, but she's done this enough to know how to initiate. Her eyelashes flutter as she nudges her nose against his, breathing deep; honestly, she's happy to have him here. This close. Whole and unbroken.

It's a stark contrast to the lascivious way her body reacts to his attentions, but it's the truth all the same. 2B is grateful to be free of their wretched cycle, at least for the time being. ]

[ He can't think back to any time that they have been this close. 9S can't help but wonder how it might feel, were they still androids. He'd imagine their temperature gauges would be angry, their Pods warning them of what damage could be caused to their internals. Internal fans working in overdrive, coolant rushing through their system, precious but hardly enough.

It bears no physical consequence, what they're doing now. It's what humans were practically built for, it seems, though it could be argued that emotions could likely be compromised in some way. It may not necessarily be prohibited in their case anymore, but he's habitually guilty at some times. He can't bring himself to care too much right now, especially not when 2B melts so easily against him, her hips rolling into his own. They fit perfectly together, and he notes that rather quick. 9S knew it was a mistake to seek sexual release from others but now? Oh, he's sure he'll kick himself later for the time he'd wasted up until now.

The friction is promising, even when trapped beneath the thick fabric of his clothing. 9S hotly exhales against 2B's lips when he's made very much aware of the arousal he's developed. It practically cries to be released from its fabric prison, but he's enjoying their agonizingly slow delivers of torture. That greedy hand tauntingly gripping her ass loosens only to let his fingers crawl beneath her skirt. They slowly find a grip along her panties, pulling them down with no intention of making it quick. His free hand joins the other, ghosting beneath her thigh to lift it and bend at the knee. He seeks to be completely flush against her, almost framed.

9S had once mentioned his model isn't exactly known for its modesty. That much remains even now, and it shows in the satisfied and almost cocky smirk that takes his lips when she purposefully answers his question in a teasing fashion. He is being petulant. He's totally aware of that, and the same could be said for her. It's not the answer he wanted, but he's amused enough. 9S sighs the smallest chuckle. ]

Cute.

[ It's not uncommon for 2B to mess with him. She does it in her own special way, and 9S can't help but feel a sense of warmth and surge of passion to it. Their dynamic means so much to him, their distance killing him. Being this close is likely the most at-home he's felt since arriving on this island. While he doesn't know much of their cycle, he does know that he's had suspicions. But there's only so much he can confirm in this organic, computerless bag of moving flesh. His consciousness was once a software program, now it serves as a soul. He doesn't want to ask questions.

All he can focus on is the inter-mingle of their breaths. How her lashes kiss his skin, how that little sound may be quiet, but sounds far sexier than anyone else. That voice is normally so cold and serious. He wants to hear it whine and cry his name. He slowly continues to pull down her underwear, all while they agonizingly push each other in this physical standoff. ]

You said you've never denied wanting me. I still haven't heard you outright say it.

[ He's not the best at taunting. Especially her. But the activity is surprisingly fun. His cock is already starting to hurt, but it's worth it. Perhaps she feels the same pain in this delay. 9S exhales a promising little sigh as his nose nudges hers, lips parting as he leans forward, letting them just barely touch before they pull back enough to leave that slight distance. It's tempting to just dive in, especially when they're this close, but it's enjoyable to hold back all the same. ]

Maybe I can't be sure unless you do.

Edited 2017-05-03 17:01 (UTC)

[ It's obvious that 9S is trying to game her into saying what he wants her to, and while 2B isn't opposed to being blunt, she can't help but note the way he seems to ignite at the verbal interplay happening between the two of them. She assumes that it has to do with the fact that he's always been more cerebrally-oriented as a Scanner model, and while 2B isn't exactly up to par with his analytical skills, she's willing to play this game with him if it continues to elicit this sort of reaction. The warmth of his body and the way he slots perfectly against her is gratifying, to be sure, but what really gets 2B going is the way he's looking at her. Even if he's the one that has her pinned against the table, 2B senses that she's the one that commands almost the entirety of his attention, his motivations... Of his very being, at present.

It almost feels like she's started fucking him before either of them have removed their clothes, and she feels a smug sense of satisfaction from the sentiment.

2B can feel the vague shape of his arousal through the layers of fabric separating them, and as he exhales against her lips, she gently grazes her mouth against his. She tilts her hips upwards as he makes to hook his fingers into the waistband of her underwear, her knees moving towards her chest as he slowly teases them off of her rear. Her teeth catch on her bottom lip as he aids the change in position, more aroused at the way he laughs than anything else he's done to this point.

Need, hot and heady, pools between her thighs, and she's sure that, from this angle, he can probably see the way it glistens as he peels the fabric of her panties off of her. She doesn't want to ask questions, either, and while her prime directive is never far from her mind, 2B is grateful for the complexity of the human psyche as it allows her to bury her doubts for the time being.

She aches beneath him, practically trembling in spite of herself as he continues to taunt her. 2B isn't in the habit of denying him what he wants simply because she can, but again, that glint in his eye tells her that he enjoys this. That's enough for her to keep up the tension, even as she smolders and burns underneath his attentions. In a way, it's much like the entirety of their relationship: 2B wants, desperately, but keeps her desires in check. This time, though, it's purely for 9S' sake and not for Command's.

Still, if she acted purely on her own wants, their positions would be reversed, and he'd already be buried deep inside of her. She's never been one for planning. ]

I'm really not sure why you think you're entitled to hear me say it. After all, you haven't given me incentive to give up anything. Isn't this an equal partnership, 9S?

[ When she looks to his face, she graces him with a ghost of a smile, as devious as it is tender. ]

That's the thing, though. I don't think incentive is necessary.

[ She knows him so well. It's haunting when it comes to the suspicions he can barely confirm in such a useless form. He'd once been programmed to care and cater for the sake of mankind. He still carries a burning flame for humans, but being one? He's discovered that they're almost useless in terms of mental limitations. He can't hack without more effort in place, he's slower, but he still has an upper hand cerebrally. He'll just have to deal. At least he can ignore any doubts with more ease.

Besides, feeling her heat between her legs radiate against him poses a gratifying distraction. Their repartee is both torturous and pleasurable, and 9S always revels in conversing. After all, asking questions and talking are his strong suits.

9S can smell her arousal, promising and delicious, a feature born purely of their human forms. That obvious shift serves in his favor, at least in terms of his argument. Her panties are not quite off, but there's enough space awarded here to give him access. He can nearly taste her smile, and it twists his gut and nerves. Adds an edge to his own when he nearly grins against her mouth. She isn't much for planning, she isn't even much for banter, but she gives it back just as hard as he. 9S can feel her tremble, how her breath hitches and that seems more than enough to him against her contradictory manner of dancing around the answer.

He's abrupt in the way his hand pulls back, quick to slip it between them and dive two digits past her slit. They don't penetrate, they don't linger, and they are met with a gratifying heat and wetness which coat them generously. 9S pulls his hand back and leans just a bit closer, their chests pressed flush where he can feel her breasts pillow against his flat planes. 9S only tilts his head away from her lips to hold his hand between them. His attention is on his fingers when they spread ever slightly, the thick fluid of her arousal creating a web-like connection between them. ]

Your cunt kinda suggests otherwise, 2B. I think you're already giving it up without much resistance or doubt here.

I'll oblige, you know. I just want to hear you tell me you want it.

[ Blue eyes flit to lock with her own, gaze smoldering and heady as he quickly slips those fingers in his mouth and devours its findings. He hums, thoughtfully yet incredibly hungry when he's met with a taste far more satisfying than what he's experienced before. It's purely 2B and 2B alone, and he can't help but anticipate more of it. But this is fine, too. ]

Edited 2017-05-03 23:45 (UTC)

[ 9S knows her just as well as she knows him, though he likely doesn't know it. It's true that their human bodies are markedly less useful than their original forms, but 2B finds that she's growing used to hers; it's soft and much more easily damaged, as well as sluggish and incapable of withstanding averse weather conditions for overly long... but it's also privy to a host of emotion and sensation that she's never known before. Simply existing within it feels almost like overstimulation most of the time, but 2B finds that she craves the sensation of touching and being touched, especially when 9S is involved. Whether this is due to Atollo's influence or her own is anyone's guess.

When his fingers find her arousal, gentle and exploratory, 2B bites back a soft sound, her thighs part further with need... only to be met with disappointment as he withdraws his hand as quickly as he brings it down between her legs. The arms she has around his neck press her palms flat against his back as he leans closer, pulling him flush against her as she gives a soft, low moan at the sight of him examining the way her juices coat his fingers.

Still, when she speaks, it's surprisingly even. ]

What do you get from hearing me say it? [ 2B asks, though she damn well knows the answer. Her breath catches as he tastes what he has of her on his fingers, her eyelashes fluttering. She doesn't know why she finds that as arousing as she does, but it causes her brow to furrow and her composure to fracture, her thighs coming up to bracket his waist as her ankles cross over each other, holding him in place. She sucks in a mouthful of air through her teeth, suddenly flustered as she finds that she can't meet his gaze anymore.

God, she wants him. More than anything. That hasn't ever changed, and likely never will. 2B isn't sure how long she can keep up this battle of attrition, but for his sake, she's trying. With her hips pressed flush against the fabric of his pants, she slowly rolls against him, fingertips curling into the material of his coat. ]

That's... generous of you, [ She breathes. ] But you're gonna have to work a little harder than that to get it.

[ With that, she props herself up, planting a slow, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth as she pulls him forward with her legs. 2B wants to see how far she can take this until one (or both) of them breaks, even if she feels that it might be her. ]

[ Weak as he is in the face of 2B, both physically and emotionally, he feels a surge of confidence here. His demeanor in this position is absolute, making him dead set on getting what he wants. Not that he's never not been stubborn. As before, his curiosity runs his need. 9S wants to hear 2B fall apart and beg. He wants to defeat and destroy her, showing him capable of conquering almost everything with just his wit and intelligence. So he teases with little regard of the painful need that throbs between his legs.

She exhales the slightest moan. It's music. 9S licks his lips, tasting remnants of what his finger had left behind and it leaves him hungry for more. He doesn't protest the pull from her legs, and in fact finds a sense of pleasure in her trapping him between them. Strong, thick thighs that carry an incredible ass and frames a delicious fucking pussy he's diligently waiting for. It will be worth the pain to see her fall apart. To tell him she wants him, to beg for him to fuck her. He's always the one begging. Always the one seeking something. It would be nice to hear he's wanted badly. The chase for it is surprisingly fun.

With 2B propped upon the table and pulling him close, his hands find purchase on her hips. They curl around her panties again, slowly, idly yanking on the elastic, but not pulling them down. ]

Hah.

[ She kisses the corner of his mouth, his demeanor set surprisingly tight in place. 9S scrapes his bottom lip alongside her own as he leans forward, not quite seeking to lay her down on the table but definitely working to curl over her. ]

You asked for it.

[ She should be able to feel his grin with their lips so close. 9S is smug as the sound of ripping fabric and snapping elastic can be heard between them. He's slowly ripping the undergarment, set on removing them that way. 9S kisses her, but only because he's simply set on giving her a small taste. It's slow, but hungry. His lips slant against her own, part to let his teeth bite down and tug before he breaks it.]

Now I'm just gonna demand interest the longer you take. You'll be begging before long.

[ There's irony in the fact that 9S feels weak before her, as 2B feels that he is her very weakness. 9S is her weak point, and it's because of this that she falls beneath him easily, content to give him what he wants simply because it coincides with her own desires. He manipulates her deftly only because she allows him to, and while she's been down this road before in the physical sense, it seems completely different in this instance.

She has no idea of the filthy thoughts that run through his mind, though she can hazard a guess, if the way he licks his lips is any indication. 2B clings to him, tight and unyielding even in her notably weaker human form, her slick cunt aching from neglect even as the front of his pants teases and rubs against it. She knows that her body is feeding 9S all the information he needs to answer the question he's asking of her, but the fact that he wants to hear her say it explicitly is... Kind of hot, to use a colloquialism.

As his hands find her hips, they jerk upwards expectantly, the soft purr of his voice sending a thrill up her spine. She allows him to curl over her, the sound of his voice ringing in her very blood as he tears apart her panties. When he kisses her, all of 2B's logical thoughts come to a fizzling stop, and she hardly has time to respond before he's pulling away, eliciting a soft noise of protest to build at the back of her throat. ]

You know me well enough to know that I don't beg, [ 2B murmurs, though her expression is slightly heady in the aftermath of their kiss. Dropping one of her arms from around his neck, she moves to undo the front of his pants, her movements markedly more clumsy than they usually would be. Her body is treacherous in her want of him, her dripping wet cunt eager and aching for him to fill her in any way he deems fit. This much is evidenced by the way she struggles to keep her hips pinned down to the table as she works, attempting to get his pants open in order to slip them down his hips. ]

[ It's absolutely thrilling, even if 9S knows 2B may not be easy to crack. There is something to be said about the possibility of having the upper hand over a once-combat model. It ties in with this desperate need to be validated and wanted by her, but his focus is far more on the possibility of dominating her. It's subconscious, unknown, but it dictates his every move. 9S continues to slowly tear away at her undergarment, an almost innocent sort of smile as he chuckles against her.

9S stops destroying the garment for the time being, hips rolling forward to make the attempt of undoing his pants easier. He lets her. He doesn't avoid it. He wants her to touch him. But he won't fuck her quite yet.

No. No, he has plans. ]

I know.

[ He says that almost cheerfully. His voice picks up just a touch, carrying a tone of excitement. With a sudden abruptness, 9S uses force to harshly rip her panties completely in two. 9S' body jolts against her from the force, and he wears a gleeful smile at the satisfaction. ]

Which is why it'll be so gratifying when you do.

[ His voice is deep, dark, carrying a sense of lust and need when his lips kiss the corner of her mouth, her jaw, ear... Settling at her pulse before he sinks his teeth down and suckles on her flesh. Just one little gesture he's learned as being effective with others. Pain intermingling with pleasure. He'll utilize every single thing he's learned to make 2B lose her mind, to climax harder than she has with anyone else. To ensure he will always be the one she wants. ]

[ 9S moves with an agonizing slowness as he rips apart her panties, but 2B finds that she doesn't mind. If she had her way, she'd stay here like this with him forever, trapped on this strange, beautiful island with nothing to worry about outside of themselves. Though she's taken pride in her duties as a YoRHa operative, she finds a much greater purpose in the way 9S seems to thoroughly enjoy the torturous dance happening between the two of them.

When he smiles, she melts. But it doesn't stop her from succeeding at her goal and slipping her fingers around her prime objective, the hot, hard flesh of his cock almost searing to the touch. Even if he has plans, she has designs of her own; her teeth find her bottom lip again as she memorizes the shape of his shaft, her fingers gently stroking along its length even as he rips her underwear in half. 2B makes a soft noise of surprise, and her face flushes... but she can't say that she's displeased. ]

How can you be so sure? [ She questions, tilting her head to give him easier access to the flesh of her neck. 2B moans, low and appreciative, as his teeth find her skin, her thumb smoothing over the crown of his glans before she begins to pump him in earnest, slatting the length of her slit along the underside of his cock. It feels even hotter as it presses between her folds, and she makes a soft, girlish noise in response. In actuality, he's always been the one she wants, more than anyone else... but admitting to it always seemed too easy. ]

[ He can easily agree that while being human is nearly torture, it's given them such a gift. 9S finds himself at home in 2B's presence, even in knowing what her presence means. To be this close to her, to touch her, is to be surrounded by nothing but pure bliss. If they could stay like this forever, he'd be content. How did he allow himself to wait this long?

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter now that he can taste her breath, that he's tasted her tongue and her sweet arousal. Being a human has taken away plenty of capabilities he once had, but everything feels so much more sensitive and real. Silicon that once served as merely cosmetic qualities is now warm flesh filled with natural nerves. Every time he feels her grip his coat, the fabric caresses skin that seems all the more sensitive under this influence. It's incredible, addicting, and somehow far more satisfying when done by the hand of 2B.

Everyone else? With everyone else, it just felt so pointless. Required. 9S finds himself wanting them to lock themselves away in the bedroom, to make it a hideaway where they just devour each other relentlessly for hours. Days. He'd missed out on so much by making the wrong choices.

He feels her hand wrap around his need, just as his pants unceremoniously fall to his ankles. 9S exhales a soft, almost surprised sort of sound, just her grip alone bringing a promising rush through his entirety. His breath is hot along her neck, where he presses a smile to it at her question. ]

Hah... Just a, ah--

[ Her slit kisses his cock, hugs it, sticky and warm along the underside where his pulse throbs. He can't fuck her now, he can't let her cunt swallow him just yet. Not until he gets what he wants. The hands that finish the job don't pry him away yet, but instead greedily slide up her dress. Slow and steady, nails dragging along her belly. 9S softly whimpers against her neck, innocent and delicate despite his demeanor when those fingers pump at his length, thumb caressing the glans. White shocks of pleasure coursing through him before even stuffing himself inside of her. Something he hasn't ever felt during foreplay with others.

In fact, he hadn't really initiated foreplay with others. It was just business. Just a means to survive. With 2B? With 2B it's sport, it's a challenge.

It's making love. ]

--Just a hunch.

[ Hell, he may not be an android anymore. But he's still rather sure of himself despite that. With a slight roll of his hips, he lets the curve of his length drag along her slit, slow and torturous. She's moaned, and it struck a chord. He wants more of that, more of those sweet, girlish sounds.His hands make way to her breasts, tightly grabbing each one, squeezing. His nails scrape the skin, but don't seek to damage. Not yet.

His teeth drag along the shell of her ear, voice at a throaty whisper. Before he speaks, he flicks his tongue along the curve. ]

Don't you want my cock inside of you, 2B? Wouldn't it make everything feel better?

Just tell me, and I'll fuck you all you want.

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[ 2B hadn't thought it was possible to feel bliss like this simply from touching and being touched; she feels like 9S could tear her apart here and now and she wouldn't care, so long as he kept touching her. She isn't sure why she's withheld from engaging him in this manner since their arrival upon Atollo, either, but 9S is right in thinking that it doesn't matter. What matters is that he has her pinned against the table, his weight pressing against her own as their sexes slide torturously against one another with a maddening, teasing friction.

This feels markedly different from anything 2B has ever experienced, she can't deny that. There's a certain hunger and want that dictates her movements, a heady sort of fever that burns beneath her skin and permeates the entirety of her being. 9S awakens something undeniably carnal within her, every sound he makes and word he says only serving to drive her closer to some hard limit that her human body seems to have set for itself.

The hot, thick drag of his shaft along the length of her cunt causes her to see stars as his glans slides along her clit, causing her to moan and whimper, eager for more stimulation. 2B has had people touch her between her thighs before, of course, but every experience she's had up to this point seems to fall flat in comparison. She can't recall ever making noise before, but 9S simply touching her body makes her want to cry out.

At his taunting, her expression remains almost pained in its desire, her breath coming out in short, soft gasps. Her hips angle themselves against him in spite of herself, eager to have him bury his cock deep inside of her, and she swallows hard before she tries to speak. ]

That's... a bold assumption, [ She manages through gritted teeth, crying out as the head of his cock catches on her entrance before mercilessly sliding away. ] You say that like... you don't want this half as badly as I do.

[ He's dizzy. It's a wonder how he can even remain standing with the way his body writhes into her. Her pussy is incredibly slick, burning hot and so very much inviting. 9S could just give in, pull back on his demands and just drill into her, but he doesn't. No. It seems that her noises seem to come in more frequent with each teasing roll of his hips. A particular motion has the crown catching at her entrance, that tight ring of muscle almost grabbing his need with the intent to devour it. That right pressure is tempting, but he pulls back.

God, those fucking moans. 9S continues the greedy exploration with his hands, dragging fingertips along her nipples, trapping them between his fingers with a pinch and tug. They're so soft, pliable and warm under his grasp and it brings a satisfying rush. His cock throbs, the rest of him already hot to the touch. 9S moans into her ear when she replies, his hips still maintaining a slow roll to keep this going.

When she replies, he turns up his effort, voice sweet like honey on purpose as he moans innocently in her ear. ]

Ahhhh, so close. So close.

[ One hand retracts to reach down, where 9S grabs 2B's wrist as she holds his length. He seeks to direct her, to have her bring his need to align itself at her entrance. The crown teases there, only prodding. It's absolutely at his own expense, but he doesn't care. 9S gasps against her ear, breath hot and needy as he just stops moving. ]

2B, I could fuck you right now. I could make you come if you'd just. Say it.

[ Another gasp, another whimper. 9S calls her name so sweetly, hips just barely pushing in before immediately pulling what little goes in. ]

[ 2B feels as if she's curling at the edges with how much her body burns for him, her hips pressing greedily up into his as his cock slides and catches against her entrance and clit, causing her to moan unabashedly; she wants more than anything for him to fuck her, raw and merciless against the table he has her pinned on... But she knows he has other plans. She knows how detail-oriented 9S is, and that much is evidenced in the way he pulls back, eliciting a soft whine of protest to fall from her lips even as his hands provide adequate distraction.

Her body is so responsive like this, her nerve endings completely attuned to the way his fingers massage and drag along her soft breasts. Her nipples are particularly sensitive as he toys with them, the feeling of him roughly pinching them causing her to shudder and hiss beneath him.

When 9S moans into her ear, 2B swears she's going to lose her mind. When he does it again, she has to bite back the needy noise that rises from her throat, focusing instead on his words. As he gently begins to guide her hand, 2B bites her bottom lip, heat rushing to her face. She knows how much he's enjoying this, and while she's more than happy to continue to play this game with him.... her own needs are becoming more evident.

When such obscenities fall from his lips, 2B feels almost like she can't take it anymore. She has no witty response, no coy reply; instead, she lifts her gaze to his face as his cock teasingly prods against her entrance, promising a delicious pleasure before cruelly pulling away, leaving her hotter and more wanting than before. 2B's hips angle upwards in an attempt to better align her entrance with his cock, but the way he has the both of them positioned makes her efforts fruitless.

Though it takes her a great deal of effort, the sound of her name falling from his lips finally pushes her over the edge. When she speaks, it comes out in a rush: ] I need you to fuck me. I need you to make me come-- [ 2B's breath catches as she writhes underneath him, unable to keep her hips from jerking upwards into his. ] Please, 9S--

[ She hadn't been wrong to assume this is just as torturing for 9S. But it quickly became so worth it to tease, and she's just as correct assuming he's enjoying it. Those abrupt moans are sweet cries that make 9S' ears burn and entirety of him to tremble. He could listen to such vulnerable noises coming from her all day. Never has he witnessed 2B in such a light, and just a tiny shift shows him how bright her cheeks are, how swollen and wet those lips are.

His teasing continues, even as her hips tremble, even as her sweet whimpers fall from her lips. 9S moans hosre against her ear, his cock throbbing in desperate pain. And he's intent on continuing until she so suddenly begins to beg. ]

--!

[ It comes out. It comes out and it's so unexpected in the sense that he's never heard her voice inflect such a tone. It's so delicate, soft. Incredibly sexy while being equally incredibly adorable. I need you...

I need you to fuck me.

I need you to make me come.

I need you.

His name, her wants... All so desperately whined. All so desperately heady and sultry. 9S is not sure if it's the sudden discovery that she truly needs him destroys him, or if it's just that hot. But 9S immediately finds a desire to melt into her, to express his love. To ruin her.

His lips curl into a smile as he briefly stops. 9S exhales a breathy laugh. ]

Good girl.

[ A surge of energy steals him. 9S only guides 2B's hand to pull it away, where he aligns himself. He wastes absolutely no time in tormenting her further, hands falling at her hips to hold tight before he thrusts into her, hard and fast, forced to gasp when her tight heat takes him in effortlessly. ]

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