[ She's examining the dummy's underwear. It's a practical choice, Hei thinks: the metal shorts are clearly operated by some sort of matter-displacing technology. Maybe there is a lock, a catch, some familiar mechanism to loosen the garment. It's worth a shot, he admits, trying not to afford the usual trust in his would-be-rational Contractor's mind, which warns him that it won't work. Reaching out, he skims his fingertips across the metal waistband, a careful examination. ]
[ Then he feels the girl's coasting hand, warming skin, setting atoms jostling. The sensation is a cool tremor fluttering beneath his skin; in the other cell, the darkish cap of his erection goes all slick, a clear bead of pre-come oozing from the eye. ]
[ Damn it. ]
[ Hei twitches, grabbing a fistful of the pubic hair on the dummy's vagina on instinct. He tugs sharper this time -- a warning for her to knock it off. If she keeps this up, he's not going to be able to think straight for much longer. ]
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[ Then he feels the girl's coasting hand, warming skin, setting atoms jostling. The sensation is a cool tremor fluttering beneath his skin; in the other cell, the darkish cap of his erection goes all slick, a clear bead of pre-come oozing from the eye. ]
[ Damn it. ]
[ Hei twitches, grabbing a fistful of the pubic hair on the dummy's vagina on instinct. He tugs sharper this time -- a warning for her to knock it off. If she keeps this up, he's not going to be able to think straight for much longer. ]