It's enough to keep the impatient AI sated. The sensations process differently now, but certainly in a way that can be enjoyed. That's the main thing. He -- they -- lick his lips, squeezing down around his fingers now and then in encouragement, and hissing at the tug of teeth.

Harder to leave marks on dark skin, he knows, but Taylor's got this down to a science. Has his nipple standing out puffy and stiff and prickling in the cool air while he attacks the other, and he's getting nails to his scalp in turn. Sharp little turns of his thumb and tugs of his fingers.

"There we go..."

And of course, he continues to talk.