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castellae2017-04-10 05:56 pm
itshilarious) wrote in castellae2017-04-10 05:56 pm
Ongoing PSL - In-game setting
"You say that you're no good for me, cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve--"
"You say that you're no good for me, cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve--"
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It wasn't this. It's as if his entire world is congested, surrounded and smothered by nothing but 2B, and the realization of that is fantastic. He wants to be nothing but hers, to let everything revolve around her because that's been his focus likely the entirety of their partnership. 9S knows he'll have to chastise himself later for holding back, because even now it makes little to no sense that he had.
As 2B's cries get louder, so do his own. Hearing her hanging by a thread off that promising edge of climax is enough to likely throw him over his own in little to no time at all. He feels the splash of fluids at his lower half and abdomen, soaking through the hem of his shirt and fuck... He's heard about female ejaculation but he's never experienced it first-hand. There's a lot flooding between them, and coupled with the way she shouts for him to lose it? Well, 9S wasn't always the best at following orders, but for 2B? He could never refuse. His body seems to react the same way. Knowing how wet she is, how close judging by how her insides cling to him, how loudly she calls for him...
But nothing destroys him more than when their gazes meet. 2B is incredibly flushed, lips swollen and eyes seemingly full of lust and need. A gaze he isn't at all used to seeing from her, and it absolutely demolishes him. His hands frantically reach around, one arm at her back while the other slams down onto the table and grabs hold. ]
I-I'm-- Fuck!
[ 9S couldn't possibly cry out any louder, face burying itself back in her neck while the entirety of him jolts and writhes into her. 9S' hips thrust one last time as he empties out into her in copious amounts. It's gratifying, so fucking pleasurable, but his vision and mind completely goes blank. 9S finds himself immediately stuck in the most intense orgasm he's ever had.
Yeah. Yeah he should have done this a long time ago. ]
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2B is grateful she chose to pull away in order to look to him, as their eyes locking seems to do something devastating to him. She's overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him, though she doesn't; soon enough, his face is buried in the crook of her neck as he gives a final, hoarse cry, spilling deep into her and rattling her to the core.
It doesn't take long for her to follow after him, her climax almost catching her by surprise as she holds the edge of the table with a white-knuckled grip. 2B practically screams as she comes undone, quick like a match struck down her back, the feeling of his seed burning deep inside of her only serving to bring about her end even more quickly. She tenses and convulses underneath him, eyes shut tight as broken cries burst past her lips.
It isn't her first orgasm, but it certainly is her hardest. It takes her a veritable age to come down from it, breath coming in labored puffs before she swallows hard against the dryness of her throat, opening her eyes to look down at where he has his face buried into the hollow of her neck. ]
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He has to pull out. It's a completely unconscious motion, but the threat of over-stimulation is maddening. That isn't to say that he doesn't continue to cling to her, because he sure as shit does. 9S wants to melt into her like snow upon grass, to latch on and never let go.
He would say something, make a comment like he always does, but the instant he pulls back his gaze to see she's still looking at him that way brings pause. ]
Ah--
[ She had wanted him. 9S found plenty of sexual thrill in goading her into saying it, but it meant so much more than that. It still sinks into his skin now, it still shows in her gaze, and 9S finds himself immediately lost and incapable of thought. Everything around them ceases to exist, leaving just the two of them. Raw and tortured... It's a gift that he's a human as much as it's a curse. A look is almost physical in a sense with how it effects him. 9S locks gazes, smoldering still, yet carrying a quality that is very much sobering. He loves her. Why did he wait so long?
He loves her.
9S feels that very same urge to kiss her, and there's a moment he avoids it. As if uncertainty is still there, as if handling his emotions is terrifying when recalling what they're meant to do. What she's meant to do. But it doesn't matter anymore, does it? It doesn't matter as long as they're here. Together. ]
2B.... I....
[ He leans in, but he hesitates. Strange how he does, considering they just plowed into one-another. ]
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When his eyes meet his, 2B suddenly feels self-conscious... which is ironic, considering what they've just done. She can't tell what he's thinking, and she releases her grip on the table, wincing as her muscles practically scream with relief as they cease tensing. She hadn't realized that she'd been gripping it so hard, and while she'd been able to hold positions indefinitely as an android, her ability to do so has greatly diminished since she became human.
She tilts her head slightly as she looks at him, something indescribable welling up within her as she does so. His expression is soft and tender, unmistakably affectionate and comforting. 2B's brow furrows as heat rises to her face, though she hardly understands why.
When he leans in, 2B hesitates only because he does. She gauges his expression for a moment, trying to puzzle out his thought process. She notes how open he is, how willing he is to give her everything of himself... and it threatens to break her.
2B loves him, too. Devastatingly so. Without another moments hesitation, she leans in without saying anything, closing the distance between the both of their mouths in a kiss almost exactly the opposite of their previous coupling. It's slow, gentle, but no less passionate, even as her eyes slide shut. ]
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When 2B looks at him, it strikes a chord. All of her seems to have that effect on him. His face is incredibly flush, expression vulnerable. Suddenly he feels so small, and it's a feeling he can't help but hang on to despite it. He would say more, express himself somehow because the silence is maddening, but 2B closes the distance between them before he can. ]
--!
[ His brow raises, eye wide for but a moment before it registers that she'd had the same intentions. But 9S sinks into it with ease, eyes fluttering shut as their lips meet. The passion is shared on both sides, but feeling it from 2B is agonizing and torturing in the best way. 9S leans in, hand hesitant for but a moment before it cups her cheek and slides fingers through her hair. He hums into her lips, something akin to a whine when the passion is painful. He can't possibly be close enough. It isn't enough, but it's too much all the same. The love and passion is agony, much like living in this fleshy shell has been.
But he loves it. He loves all of it, and honestly never wants to be an android again. The passion is shared on both sides, the gentleness matching. 9S parts his lips and tilts his head, if only to feel closer without outright fucking again. ]