[Good. Good. So good. Eyes closed as they move against each other, pumping in and out of her, heavy breaths each time he does, broken up with 'ah's and 'ah fuck~'s here and there. Idia really only coming out of that fog this was creating for him as he feels her hands on his back, groaning as her fingernails dig in, but also a warning,] Ahh~, be careful of my, ahh, of my ports. [Not that he's had any contact around that area from anyone, not sure what it would feel like, but more a warning to her at the sudden change from flesh to metal.]
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