Chapter Text
Pegging
9S looked up as the door to his room whooshed open; upon seeing 2B in the doorway, he beamed, rising from his desk.
“Hi, 2B. Something you need?” he questioned. The battle type strode into the room, the door snicking closed at her back with a neat click; the predatory aura of her stance causing a shiver to run up the scanner type’s spine before she’d even said a word. 2B closed the short distance between them, crowding the other android against the desk.
“We have no mission orders, for the time being,” 2B stated, in her mild way; despite the lack of emotion in her tone, 9S perked up in anticipation. 2B’s hand came up, cradling 9S’ jaw in her gloved hand.
“I thought we could spend some time together, 9S,” she remarked placidly. 9S grinned, the expression young and eager.
“I’d… I’d really like that, 2B,” he agreed shyly. The battle type’s mouth curved.
“Good.”
She struck like a lightning bolt, claiming his mouth, and trapping him against the desk; 9S moaned submissively against her lips, yielding to her.
2B broke the kiss abruptly, yanking the scanner type away from the desk, and shoving him at the wall. 9S grunted a little as he shot his hands out to brace against the cool metal; a soft gasp escaping him as his lover caged him again, her breasts pressed against his back, her breath hot on the nape of his neck.
“…and what would you like to do?” she questioned, her voice still as mild as if they were discussing mission parameters; while her hand snaked around his hip, and between his thighs. 9S let out a keening sound of pleasure, rocking into her grip.
“A-anything you want, 2B,” he managed shakily. He could feel her satisfaction in the curve of her lips against the back of his neck.
“Anything?” she questioned archly. “Then it’s good that I stopped by Requisitions before coming in here,” she remarked, and pressed her hips against his rear.
9S let out a thrilled whimper, the hard shape of her new requisition grinding against him sending a wild shudder up his spine. 2B smirked, and tilted her head to nip at the back of his throat, just above the choker he wore, while she plucked open the buttons of his uniform. 9S would have gladly helped, but he had to keep his hands braced, to avoid being shoved against the wall by the force of her hips pushing eagerly against his.
She flipped his jacket open, and slid her hands under the simple undershirt he wore, teasing his chest briefly, before she moved down, flicking open the closure of his pants, and plunging in to grasp him.
9S cried out in pleasure, head tipping back to rest on her shoulder; briefly unsure if he should be pushing back against the motion of her hips, or thrusting into her hand wrapped around his shaft.
2B caught his chin, tilting his head to claim his mouth, kissing him avidly while she yanked his jacket off his shoulders, and shucked his pants down; 9S stepped out of the pile as he twisted around in her arms without breaking their connection.
His hand snuck under her skirt, wrapping around her shaft and stroking; she broke the kiss abruptly, regarding him sternly, even with her visor still in place. He peeked up at her hopefully, offering a shy smile. She gripped the back of his neck, pulling him back to expose his throat, before she attacked the synthetic flesh below his choker. He released her, and gasped and shuddered under the assault, not resisting her hold.
Satisfied, she paused, then delivered a quick hard kiss to his mouth, and turned, shoving him at the bed.
9S grunted as he hit the frame with his knees, hands planting on the mattress to keep from sprawling gracelessly onto the bed.
He heard the soft swish of her removing her own clothing, and the click and rustle of her reaching into his desk drawer; tremble of anticipation rolled through him.
And then she was against his back again; braced against the backs of his thighs, and her hand roaming possessively over his chest. He arched with a sound of pleasure, when her oiled fingers circled his entrance; a pleading whimper escaping him as she was more than thorough in preparing him.
“2-2B… p-please…” he murmured, unable to resist rocking back against her; her being dominant just stirred him to madness.
She considered toying with him for a while longer; but he was asking nicely.
And she really wanted to continue, anyway.
2B pressed her knee against the inside of 9S’ thigh, widening his stance, before she laid her hands on his hips, and pushed into his willing body.
He let out a cry that might have been her name, hands fisting in the blankets; and when she reached under him, grasping his shaft and pumping, he whimpered in pleasure again, rocking back against her.
She waited as long as she could stand, buried in his hot body to the hilt; when she started to move, she gripped his hips, helping to support him as he pushed back against her, their breaths quickly becoming ragged.
He could feel it building within him; sensation boiling like lava in his core, harder pulses of it jolting through him as the rhythm of her inside him stirred all manner of sparks across his circuits. He tried to tighten around her, wanting to feel the rush of her release first.
The grip of his internal walls around her, massaging her synthetic flesh, along with their earlier exchanges, and desperate sounds spilling out of him, were driving her right to the edge; 2B felt it coiling tight in her own core, not altogether unlike the impending explosion of a black box.
When it hit, she hissed in release, surging against 9S so hard, she knocked them both into the bed. 9S yelped, the rush of her inside him, coupled with the shock of pitching forward, startling him over the edge; he was still shuddering with his climax when he hit the mattress face-first, her on top of him.
“Nines?” 2B pulled out of him, concerned she might have hurt him; he rolled partially, and peeked up at her, his visor disarrayed and only covering one eye. He beamed at her, thrilled she’d used his nickname.
“I’m okay, 2B,” he assured her. She nodded, pleased, and then nudged him the rest of the way onto the bed, and laid down beside him. He rolled over, and snuggled against her with a contented sound; always more cuddly after she dominated him. More than willing to accommodate him, 2B hooked a leg over his, and reached up, lightly mussing his platinum hair, before she tugged his visor off, and kissed his forehead. He peeked up at her, pale eyes bright with happiness, then reached up, pulling at her visor as well, and stretching up for a lingering kiss, then nuzzling back against her breast with a relaxed sigh.