That's where 9S is at now, as 2B lets her mouth trail down his front. Gone are his undershorts, leaving him fully exposed and vulnerable, but she has enough tact to leave the bare space between his legs alone. Instead her focus is on other parts of him, firm fingers pressing and committing his frame to memory. It makes sense to him that 2B would be so naturally tactile, considering her model designation - E was just a subset of B, after all, a specialized class.
They're both soft and warm, sure, but they've still titanium alloy frames beneath all that synthetic skin. When her teeth put pressure on his hip there's an audible hitch of breath in his throat as he holds it, fingers that had been playing with her hair stilling. He doesn't need to breathe, neither of them do, and yet the longer he stops himself from venting the air within his chest, the more dizzy he finds himself becoming. It's still surreal, to have 2B's mouth on him period, but that doesn't make it any less delightful.
"No don't-" The interjection is desperate, painfully honest. "Please don't."
He has no idea what she's doing or what she can do to him, but that doesn't mean he's going to stop her. He wouldn't dare to, even if she decided to sink her teeth into him and tear him apart. He'd be fine with that too, being devoured by her. She'd already consumed his heart, after all. She might as well take the rest of him.
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That's where 9S is at now, as 2B lets her mouth trail down his front. Gone are his undershorts, leaving him fully exposed and vulnerable, but she has enough tact to leave the bare space between his legs alone. Instead her focus is on other parts of him, firm fingers pressing and committing his frame to memory. It makes sense to him that 2B would be so naturally tactile, considering her model designation - E was just a subset of B, after all, a specialized class.
They're both soft and warm, sure, but they've still titanium alloy frames beneath all that synthetic skin. When her teeth put pressure on his hip there's an audible hitch of breath in his throat as he holds it, fingers that had been playing with her hair stilling. He doesn't need to breathe, neither of them do, and yet the longer he stops himself from venting the air within his chest, the more dizzy he finds himself becoming. It's still surreal, to have 2B's mouth on him period, but that doesn't make it any less delightful.
"No don't-" The interjection is desperate, painfully honest. "Please don't."
He has no idea what she's doing or what she can do to him, but that doesn't mean he's going to stop her. He wouldn't dare to, even if she decided to sink her teeth into him and tear him apart. He'd be fine with that too, being devoured by her. She'd already consumed his heart, after all. She might as well take the rest of him.