Slower to start, but more precise overall. Locus's eyes roll shut as Delta sets tongue and lips to a nipple, the sharp tingle that follows sinking deep and skittering under his skin, connecting to each point he can feel his fingers trailing. Like the whole thing is connected somehow, in a way that would make sense to an AI, naturally.

His purpose is not to follow that pattern or understand it. Instead, he reacts to it. His thighs shift and spread slowly as his cock begins to stir, back rolling slow against the sheets as he hums his pleasure.