Ongoing PSL - In-game setting

[itshilarious]

"You say that you're no good for me, cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve--"

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[itshilarious]

[ That gaze is forever burned into his memory, but he just wishes he could have recorded it as he once could as an android. It prolongs his climax, dictates the almost never-ending convulsions that wrack him. 9S sees white hot nothingness, stars framing his vision behind tightly shut eyes while he essentially empties out inside of her. He may as well have transferred his goddamn soul into her in the process, because it feels like it takes an eternity to even slightly come down. Seemingly infinite pleasure and warmth overtakes him, even if the tightening of her cunt along his swollen crown starts to hurt. 9S exhales a shaken, cracked whimper to it, jolting and shivering into her.

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. ]

[podskill]

[ 2B recovers far quicker than 9S does, and it provides her with the luxury of watching him as pleasure overtakes the entirety of his body. She can't help but wonder if he'd look and act the same as an android, and while she knows it doesn't matter, she's grateful that they were able to do this as humans. She feels his seed sear her from the inside out, and while the sensation is vaguely uncomfortable, she relishes in the feeling even as he withdraws, causing her to shiver. She feels an unmistakable sense of loss as he does so, but she's comforted by the way he remains close.

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. ]

[itshilarious]

[ It's odd how the tone seems to change within an instant. Where 9S had previously felt this surge of desperate, violent need, now it's as if he'd never been tense in the first place. The mark has faded, the headache gone, and everything seems to level out with ease. It's incredible how such a thing happens within a human form. They're fragile, needy, and he can't bring himself to care. Even if his body is significantly weaker, it feels more. Both in emotion and sensation, it's all far more saturated and real.

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. ]