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It's slow, deep. It's reconnecting and pulling him back into the moment, and when she does finally pull away she tugs him towards her.
"Stand up," she tells him as she helps him to his feet, turning them as she goes. "Stand right here."
She's still holding him by the hips as she takes his place on the bed, sitting while she brings him closer so he's standing right in front of her. He'll be more exposed this way, but it lets her lean in to press her lips to the center of his chest, just where his heart is. Another kiss she presses lower, following the curves of his body while she starts to slowly work his shorts open and down his hips.
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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.
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She can feel him responding under her touch in ways that make her breathe a little harder too, his arousal only feeding hers, and her hands kneed his thighs, his hips, but stay clear of the space between his legs for now. She focuses on touching the places he will deem safe, and as she does she lets her mouth drift lower, lower, until she's biting ever so gently on the swell of his hipbone.
"Do you want me to stop?"
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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.
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But she doesn't have the ability to say something like that out loud. She is an E type, a B type as far as he knows, and talking about her feelings has never come easy for her.
It's never come at all, until she found herself here, but when 9S asks her not to stop she thinks she can show him in actions what she wants. She bites him again in that same spot, her teeth leaving angry little red marks that make her feel gratified to see, a tiny little mark to show who he belongs to when the humans are put out of their minds.
He is hers and she is his. They're partners, and as her hand slips up his thigh and rubs between his legs were his equipment should be, the fact that it isn't there doesn't matter. There will still be feeling there, a programmed knowledge that they were created in the image of humans and what she's doing is sexual even if he has no parts to physically respond to it. She tells herself that if she can kiss him and take his breath away it stands to reason that if she moves her fingers against him, presses there like she might touch herself, it should do something.
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Little tweaks here and there, rerouting and rewriting code over many restless nights have landed 9S in an interesting if not unique position. He's pinpointed the code that leads to him feeling good for lack of a better description and has learned how to exploit it, able to turn the sensitivity on and off at will. It's now that he gives permission to the program inside him to run at its own discretion and it seems he flipped the metaphorical switch just in time. He physically shudders as 2B touches him with bare fingertips, running her hands over him curiously. He's lacking and he knows it, and that's something he's incredibly conscious of, but that doesn't mean he's incapable of pleasing another. He'll be sure to prove that to her first hand.
Well, once he gets a chance to that is.
He feels like he's swooning just from her caress and the points of pressure she pushes into his skin. The whole notion that it's a sexual act triggers the release of something akin to dopamine and adrenaline within him as well. They're not in a fight, he'd never harm her willingly...but it's that same thrill, that same desire he's managed to cross code into the experience that he feels right now.
"Ah..."
He should probably say something more intelligent, probably tell her that whatever she's doing feels good and she should keep going...but for once in his life 9S is speechless beyond basic sounds of pleasure.
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Her lips move against that skin slowly, trailing soft kisses and dragging her teeth against him to make him make more of those sounds, and she wonders just how attentive the humans have been with him. Have they touched him like this? Has he touched himself? Does he focus on giving pleasure rather than receiving to avoid humans reacting to the way his body was created?
The angle she's at, the fact that she's sitting on the bed and he's standing over her, it all makes the next step too obvious. There may be nothing there but it doesn't stop 2B from licking him, pressing her face between his thighs and rolling her tongue against that sensitive skin, so soft and warm and perfect, and she can't help the softly indulgent sound she makes as she sucks and licks at him.
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For the most part his partners haven't exactly been attentive, but that wasn't exactly a fault of their own. He shied away from being given attention down there, for fear of being rejected. Besides, he much preferred being useful and giving pleasure, rather than receiving it.
But that doesn't mean it doesn't feel good. 2B sure does make it feel good and somehow they've managed to avoid hurting one another. (So far, at least.) He mutters out her name, the number and letter spoken on a sigh that seems to fall out of him, fingers gripping her hair just a bit. His toes are tingling, wriggling in his socks, trickles of electricity shooting down his spine. It's a lot of sensory information she's unloading on him right now but he's enjoying every second of it.
"2-2B...oh man-"
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But she doesn't stop for long. She's right back at him in a fraction of a second, the tug on her scalp from his grasping urging her to keep going, give him more. She's less careful, less gentle now that she knows he does like it, does feel it the way she was hoping to.
It feels a little foolish to push his legs open wider so she can find a better angle, her thumb stroking against him where her tongue isn't rolling against him like she's trying to do everything she can to give him as much pleasure as possible.
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He's felt this way before when A2 had pierced his shoulder with a metal pole, when she'd bit and hurt him in the process of trying to find release for the pent up feeling of this...whatever 'this' was. It runs deeper than just arousal. Hell, 9S isn't really sure he can even call it that. All he knows is that he's losing his grip (metaphorically this time). It's surprising too that it feels so good to be touched down there when there's not really anything to touch. He'd pat himself on the back for a job well done when it comes to the changes he'd made, but he's too busy panting, venting little bursts of hot air from between his lips as 2B makes him tremble.
He's not sure where it'll end. Feeling something is one thing, but finding release is another beast in of itself that he hasn't entirely figured out yet. 2B, he presumes, was able to feel that relief. For 9S that relief came with a literal reboot. Hopefully he can keep his temperature under control but by the looks of it that's becoming increasingly difficult.
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Hovering over him, her eyes are the same pure white-blue as his, her cheeks are flushed and her hair is mussed, a mess from him pulling at it, and she wastes no time in capturing his lips in another hungry kiss.
This has been building between them for longer than she wants to admit, a long-buried longing exploding to the surface like a volcano, and all she wants is to hold him down and take and take and give him every part of her.
"Tell me what you want," she pants against his mouth, hand straying between his legs again to press and tease and, hopefully, make him arch and beg. "Tell me what makes you feel good."
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It's been building and building and building, ever since they met and met again. Every time 9S had to re-introduce himself to her and be left wondering why she was so cold, why she pushed him away. She's not pushing now though, and he can't help but squirm under her weight excitedly.
"You."
The answer comes easy, at least to the first question he's asked. It's simple and yet holds so much weight to it, so much baggage that still weighs down on them and probably will for some time. Nothing can be fixed overnight, especially when 2B is holding secrets from him he already knows. There's no magic salve that can smooth and soothe his frazzled nerves, the wired endings within him that spark and shock internally. There's no quick solution to his neurotic personality, the obsessive nature he was programmed with that's developed a fixation on the very android above him. It must run deep, he thinks, as she presses her weight against him, steels a kiss and vents hot air over his lips. For him to forget her over and over, for them to be trapped in such a charade and yet he still manages to fall for her, time and time again, there must be something fundamentally hard coded into him at his core. He'd read once that 9 and 2 personalities were drawn to one another, that they were compatible, yet volatile.
They're definitely words he'd use to describe the two of them, that's for sure.
"I don't know what makes me feel good."
He's honest too in his admission, but that doesn't stop him from reaching up to place his palms on her shoulders to squeeze. The look he gives her is one of pure curiosity, but there's a danger to it as well just beneath the surface. 9S had never been exactly stable - if his particular model had been he wouldn't be prone to so many pitfalls. He pushes his own insecurities aside though, just for a moment. Just for her.
It's always about her. It always has been.
"If you feel good I'll feel good."
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It resonates, ringing like a bell with the kind of pure honesty that makes her soften for him again. When she kisses him this time it's easier, gentle, and her hand strokes the side of his neck like she's remembering the same thing he is.
His life in her hands, snuffed out by the same grip that's trying only to bring him pleasure now.
"It's easy to make me feel good," she admits to him, eyes searching his face for any sign of repulsion for her upgrades. She expects to see it and that's exactly why she's still wearing her leotard.
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There's no repulsion in his eyes, gaze devoid of it - the curiosity's still there instead. He feels confident and sick and hot all at once. Androids don't get fevers and yet he feels dizzy. For some reason the more he stares at her the more the room spins. He reaches up to meet the hand stroking his neck, laying his palm over the back of it, tilting his chin into the caress.
"I don't really know what it's really like, you know? But that's fine. I don't care about if I feel good or not."
Because, again, it's not about him. It's never been about him. Just her. Just 2B. 2E. Whatever she calls herself it doesn't matter. A2 had said they'd fucked up when they made the Scanner series, making them all warped in their own, unique ways...but 9S is fine with that. He's tired of trying to be what he's not.
"But if it's easy for you to feel good, then I want to make you feel better than good. I want to make you feel great. Awesome. Amazing. I want to make you feel like you're going to self-destruct."
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"Sit up," she murmurs to him, lifting up just enough to help him move so that he can lean back against the pillows and she can stay straddling his waist. "It's not as deadly as self-destruction and it doesn't hurt."
But more importantly-
"Are you sure you want to touch me? I can do it myself."
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It's always the death of him.
He sits up, propped up a bit on his elbows as he looks at her, making a face at what she asks him next. Is he sure? Seriously? Seriously?
"Seriously 2B? You're going to ask me that? You're going to ask me if I'm sure?"
How clear does he have to make it? Does he have to spell it out? Does he have to pin her to his bed himself and forcefully transfer just exactly how he feels to her wirelessly, so she can truly experience the torrid, nuclear storm he harbors inside his chest.
"You're not allowed to touch yourself while you're with me."
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Of course she assumes he'd be put off by her and it's one thing to say he isn't when the clothes are on still, another entirely to actively touch her.
"You weren't shy about how you felt about my choice," she tells him, voice a little icier again to match that look on his face as she takes hold of his hand. "And you don't get to be the one to tell me what I can and can't do."
What she does do is pull his hand between her legs, use her free hand to hook fingers in her leotard and pull it to the side so that when she presses his hand between her thighs he'll be met with bare skin. She's wet like a human against his fingers and her own, swollen in the way human women get when they're aroused. She guides his fingers against her, showing him where to touch and stroke.
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Ah, he's being lippy. Mouthy. It's insubordination. He'd get in trouble with Command if he kept it up, talking like this. But there's no Command. No Operators. No YoRHa. Just him, 2B and A2 - three misfit androids who all have their own issues and problems and demons they're trying to hide and suppress. No, he wasn't shy about how he felt about her choice, but it was never about being disgusted with her. No, there was so much more to it.
She takes his hand and he lets her guide his fingers down between her legs, the strip of fabric of her leotard being pushed away so he can feel what she's done to herself. It feels no different to other women he's been with, which is impressive, he'll admit that much, and while his face is red and she's warm and wet against him, he's still mouthy enough to tell her what he's been trying to articulate all along.
"...I was scared, okay? You're my partner, we're supposed to have each other's backs and you went off and got unauthorized modifications - just like that. It was incredibly risky and you still haven't let me do proper maintenance on you since. Of course I was going to be upset. Anyone would be."
As a Scanner assigned to her, her well-being is his top priority - he doesn't make the rules. Determined not to be fully lead he deliberately pushes his middle finger further back against her, pressing the pad of it against her entrance. He won't push inside though. He's not that crazy, even though he's itching for control now that it's been taken away from him.
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This has never felt like this. His fingers are warm and soft and her body is so yielding, so ready for him, and yet it feels like so much more. A deeper connection, something unbreakable and unmatchable, and if it weren't for his sudden spike of attitude she might be close to tears with the weight of what this means to her.
Her breathing is uneven and comes out in quick little bursts against his lips as she hovers over him, eyes half closed as she gazes down at him and tries to keep herself still while he explores, and finally what he's said makes it way past her overworked systems and registers.
And she smiles, soft and teasing against his mouth as she steals another kiss.
"If you want to stop and perform maintenance now..."
sorry this took 1000 years T_T
Her kiss is far too distracting, her smile too potent to him. He can't help being swayed by it and honestly? What's a bit more time when it's been put off this long anyway?
"...After. After we're done doing...whatever we're doing."
Maintenance can wait till then.