It's so much easier to just follow her orders and let her tell him what to do. It's so much easier to just sink into each and every kiss she graces him with, to forget whatever worries he might have and let them melt away. While the other kisses shared between them had been quick and passionate or even chaste, this one is grounding and snaps him out of his spiraling self-reflection.
He lets her move him like a doll, standing and being re-positioned as she holds him by the hips. Their positions are switched this way, but even with her sitting on the mattress looking up at him and he looking down in turn...she's truly the one in control here and really? He's fine with that.
The kiss she places to his chest is where his black box resides beneath warm, soft skin. It's such a touching, gentle gesture that if he really did have a heart that beat instead it'd be racing, thrumming so loudly surely she'd hear it.
But he doesn't have a heart, neither of them do, but that doesn't mean they're without heart. If anything, this entire encounter has just proven the two of them have more heart than they know what to do with, which is half their problem in the first place. He doesn't need to breathe and yet he can't help the nervous little pants he lets out, hot air venting in a desperate bid to regulate sensitive systems. His shorts are easy enough to get rid of, slipping down and over his hips with minimal fuss, leaving 2B to deal with a familiar pair of black undershorts. Prone to fidgeting, 9S can't help but pick at his own fingers, digging at his nails, until he forces himself to busy his hands another way. Deft digits find her hair, fiddling with strands ever so gently as he braces himself to finish the job and leave him butt naked.
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He lets her move him like a doll, standing and being re-positioned as she holds him by the hips. Their positions are switched this way, but even with her sitting on the mattress looking up at him and he looking down in turn...she's truly the one in control here and really? He's fine with that.
The kiss she places to his chest is where his black box resides beneath warm, soft skin. It's such a touching, gentle gesture that if he really did have a heart that beat instead it'd be racing, thrumming so loudly surely she'd hear it.
But he doesn't have a heart, neither of them do, but that doesn't mean they're without heart. If anything, this entire encounter has just proven the two of them have more heart than they know what to do with, which is half their problem in the first place. He doesn't need to breathe and yet he can't help the nervous little pants he lets out, hot air venting in a desperate bid to regulate sensitive systems. His shorts are easy enough to get rid of, slipping down and over his hips with minimal fuss, leaving 2B to deal with a familiar pair of black undershorts. Prone to fidgeting, 9S can't help but pick at his own fingers, digging at his nails, until he forces himself to busy his hands another way. Deft digits find her hair, fiddling with strands ever so gently as he braces himself to finish the job and leave him butt naked.