Ura (Pervert version)

right now, right where you are— Your hands are going through Cheseds body. Not in a metaphorical sense, more of a 'The cognition filter does something that I will not be speaking about to anybody'. Which would explain the directionless pulling.

Which would explain the wires being pulled. Your hands, yes, your hands are pulling— Well, not quite pulling but not quite tugging. Something in between thats enough to make Cheseds hand let go of the coffee mug and lay down.

He layed down on the cold floor. It's 18 degrees, it's always been 18 degrees, you noted. The cognition filter does something that's weird. Weird in a abnormality way— You tugged, Chesed groans. Let's out a small sparking noise that's more accidental than deliberate.

You found it cute.

You always do. Machine parts and all— you drove your hands deeper into the gaps of machinery that you could feel, looking at Cheseds expression for any telltale sign of discomfort— Luckily, there wasn't any. If you don't count the furrowed eyebrows, his eyes shutting— His mouth agape, then no, not really, euphoric. You noted, he's euphoric in a sense of 'I've never really felt this before'.

… Maybe he hasn't experienced or felt pleasure through a more robotic body, despite being advanced AI— You barely considered him being able to actually feel some sort of derived pleasure from getting his insides messed up. Tug, another tug— Cheseds hands grip your thighs subconsciously. He whines— Not quiet, not in the usual sense.

Never in the usual sense. You wondered if he could actually achieve a high— Well, your sort of high from this that isn't just sparking. You pulled hard enough to hear something beneath the depths of wires— Chesed, chesed the Sephiroth, the one that's been unusually bitter, lets out something akin to a moan-sob,

before you felt something wetting your hand.

“Repression” work result done. You don't have anything to justify yourself with. Just call it repression, and you're done— Probably. You look at the Sephiroth below you.

Still twitching, still there,

… Still a mess. You noted endearingly.