[ What he meant to ask with that is if he should use his flesh or his metal ones since people here ahve paid more attention to his cybernetics than back home. Rhys doesn't see a problem with it so much as he felt like maybe he should...ask? They're not cold or anything.
It's nice, though, that she doesn't take his question that way. Despite the heat of it all Rhys feels something sentimental and happy flutter around inside his chest as he nods. or as much as he can with her hand clutched tight in his hair anyway.
Rhys didn't get to last time they were together like this so he takes up his right hand and presents the fingers she requests, pressing them together and sliding them slowly up the inside of her thigh until the brush the sticky mess that's escaped in the wake of her orgasm. They don't feel anything of course, no pain of tactile sense beyond how much pressure to exert or use when gripping objects, but Rhys can see and he makes sure to stroke and slide them along her until they're slick and wet and he can move to press them slowly inside. ]
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It's nice, though, that she doesn't take his question that way. Despite the heat of it all Rhys feels something sentimental and happy flutter around inside his chest as he nods. or as much as he can with her hand clutched tight in his hair anyway.
Rhys didn't get to last time they were together like this so he takes up his right hand and presents the fingers she requests, pressing them together and sliding them slowly up the inside of her thigh until the brush the sticky mess that's escaped in the wake of her orgasm. They don't feel anything of course, no pain of tactile sense beyond how much pressure to exert or use when gripping objects, but Rhys can see and he makes sure to stroke and slide them along her until they're slick and wet and he can move to press them slowly inside. ]