[His mouth answers her, just as hard and desperate and fierce but - her moan had ignited something in him, something dark and powerfully hungry. Something that devoured the noises she made and only wanted more of them. Her fingers left trails of sparks where they moved but when one of them slipped down his mechanical arm, he shuddered as well. And then her hand was closing over his metal one and pressing.
And that left really no question at all, both that she found nothing at all foreign or revolting about that part of him - or what she wanted him to do with it. Despite the fire and need... the edges of his lips lifted in a smile. And the sound he made in his throat was something dark and predatory and rumbling. Yes. His body ached for her. But his heart and his soul ached for her reactions to him and the sound of them, feeding a part of him that had always been empty and asleep until her. Cupping his fingers just a little he pressed again, rubbed along the length of her through her panties, slow, back and forth, letting the metal grow warmer with her body heat, giving her pressing friction. Searching until he found that small bump he knew would please her, rubbing it with circling strokes before finally slipping his fingers under the fabric so he could lightly press against her, metal to slick hot skin, rumbling a low, hungry sound against her mouth.]
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And that left really no question at all, both that she found nothing at all foreign or revolting about that part of him - or what she wanted him to do with it. Despite the fire and need... the edges of his lips lifted in a smile. And the sound he made in his throat was something dark and predatory and rumbling. Yes. His body ached for her. But his heart and his soul ached for her reactions to him and the sound of them, feeding a part of him that had always been empty and asleep until her. Cupping his fingers just a little he pressed again, rubbed along the length of her through her panties, slow, back and forth, letting the metal grow warmer with her body heat, giving her pressing friction. Searching until he found that small bump he knew would please her, rubbing it with circling strokes before finally slipping his fingers under the fabric so he could lightly press against her, metal to slick hot skin, rumbling a low, hungry sound against her mouth.]