Isaac's eyes fan shut, lashes pressed flush to his cheeks as he shifts in, rising up onto the balls of his feet if need be. The sensation is stranger for an AI, a weird mesh of code that nonetheless strikes all the right chords. Something like 'pleasure' or 'desire' as an artificial construct can experience it.
If you know where to look it's easy to reach in and light up those lines of code. The trick is doing it without catching the other AI offguard and Delta? Intends to take his time to light up every one of those lines with a steady press of his lips, hands smoothing through his hair to hold him close.
It leaves him wondering what they really were, but that's not the important thing.
He's been alone. Starved of contact and conversation and now he has things to do. A purpose, a plan, and Delta rewarding him so very sweetly for it. Isaac sinks into his hands all too willingly, making a faint noise in the back of his throat as he returns the kiss, reaches to return the favor.
Seems fair, right? Delta's making him feel good, and he knows he can do that.
Antagonistic occasional lovers via the bodies they cohabited with other minds entirely. York likely had a more succinct way of putting things but for now? 'Close' will have to be vague enough to suffice.
Is, in fact, enough to let him set aside the usual expectations when tangling with Felix and instead enjoy the differences here. The lack of teeth, the pliancy, the sweetness. The reciprocity done out of something more than pride.
Delta leans into it, shivering faintly at the stroke of Isaac's hand, greatly pleased by this turn of events. At his catching on with every twist of his hand and stroke of code, intent on leaving Isaac panting.
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He's been alone. Starved of contact and conversation and now he has things to do. A purpose, a plan, and Delta rewarding him so very sweetly for it. Isaac sinks into his hands all too willingly, making a faint noise in the back of his throat as he returns the kiss, reaches to return the favor.
Seems fair, right? Delta's making him feel good, and he knows he can do that.
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Is, in fact, enough to let him set aside the usual expectations when tangling with Felix and instead enjoy the differences here. The lack of teeth, the pliancy, the sweetness. The reciprocity done out of something more than pride.
Delta leans into it, shivering faintly at the stroke of Isaac's hand, greatly pleased by this turn of events. At his catching on with every twist of his hand and stroke of code, intent on leaving Isaac panting.