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She pulls sounds of ecstasy from him with each gentle touch. She is exploring, he can tell, the way she contemplates each steady glide of her servos over skin. He feels anxious, the anticipation of whats to greet him building in his chest. He finds himself at a loss, even after they re-position. Heâs done this before, yet with her it is breathtakingly different. It should be familiar to him, since itâs the same type of dance, but alas heâs left awestruck. Epps wants to remember this, every detail and every moment. He wants to lock it away and keep it hidden and safe. Safe from any who would take it from him..--from any who would try and take her from him.
He makes a strangled sound when servos brush his length, head lolling back as if the feeling in it was lost. He lets out a grunt, low in his throat. It sounds animalistic, and heâs almost embarrassed by the reaction his body gives. His hips roll forwards into the touch, straining for more than just the experimental touch offered. He is weak to this. The realization is startling in a way that would almost make him nervous, if he werenât so distracted. Itâs good heâs unable to focus on anything else but her soft attentions, for heâd be loathe to mess things up.
His hands come to rest upon her warm alloy, trembling as he contemplates what his move should be. This would be different, if she were human. Heâd know what buttons to push and when. Heâs in uncharted territory, as if heâd been reduced to the babbling virgin he once was. His brow furrows in concentration, mind trying to defog itself long enough to focus. His fingers move of their own accord, finding her audials once more and returning the light touches sheâd offered. Itâs minuscule compared to what sheâs managed, but he supposes itâs a start.











