Gloves can be removed at a later point, for now the focus is 2B's mouth, something he's been thinking about a lot. It's always been a point of focus for him, quite literally, what with how the two of them have always sported their YoRHa visors. He could never focus on her eyes because they were hidden - he had to learn how to look to her mouth to get a read on whatever emotions she'd be trying to hide from him.
But oh what a mouth it is. Her lips are soft, pliant and feel like a dream what with how warm they are against his own. Sure, this isn't technically the first time they've kissed before, but it is the first time she's ever willingly initiated such contact. With her hand on his cheek he feels as if he's swooning, dizzy by just how strong the sensation is. It's as if someone's kicked him in the head, damaging his balance sensors in his ears, leaving him to spin out of control. Who would've thought a kiss could have such a potent effect on him? None of the other kisses had him feeling like this, or at least not anywhere near this extent.
Again, thank humans for their crafty design, that he doesn't really have to breathe, and although hot air vents its way from between his lips as he parts them to deepen the contact, there's no need for intake of fresh, no need to pull away and 'catch' his breath, so to speak. He'd been feeling low still, even though things had been more or less sorted out, but now? None of that matters now. Nothing in this very moment matters except her and the feel of her kissing him. His hands slip away from her cheeks, only to ghost down her neck as he leans even closer, sliding his arms over her shoulders to link them together. There's no hiding his affection for her - it's been a moot point and lost cause since the two of them were reactivated here. It's fine though. This is fine. Everything is fine.
Right now? He could die happy.
Even though he'd rather not.
There's a hum that travels up his throat, the vibration reaching his lips as he more or less sighs into the kiss. Love is one hell of a drug, far more potent than any E-Drug could ever hope to be. He can't help but wonder if Jackass is aware of that.
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But oh what a mouth it is. Her lips are soft, pliant and feel like a dream what with how warm they are against his own. Sure, this isn't technically the first time they've kissed before, but it is the first time she's ever willingly initiated such contact. With her hand on his cheek he feels as if he's swooning, dizzy by just how strong the sensation is. It's as if someone's kicked him in the head, damaging his balance sensors in his ears, leaving him to spin out of control. Who would've thought a kiss could have such a potent effect on him? None of the other kisses had him feeling like this, or at least not anywhere near this extent.
Again, thank humans for their crafty design, that he doesn't really have to breathe, and although hot air vents its way from between his lips as he parts them to deepen the contact, there's no need for intake of fresh, no need to pull away and 'catch' his breath, so to speak. He'd been feeling low still, even though things had been more or less sorted out, but now? None of that matters now. Nothing in this very moment matters except her and the feel of her kissing him. His hands slip away from her cheeks, only to ghost down her neck as he leans even closer, sliding his arms over her shoulders to link them together. There's no hiding his affection for her - it's been a moot point and lost cause since the two of them were reactivated here. It's fine though. This is fine. Everything is fine.
Right now? He could die happy.
Even though he'd rather not.
There's a hum that travels up his throat, the vibration reaching his lips as he more or less sighs into the kiss. Love is one hell of a drug, far more potent than any E-Drug could ever hope to be. He can't help but wonder if Jackass is aware of that.