[Junkrat half-laughs at the sound of that stammering, the sound like sandpaper; he pushes the machine's back against the door roughly, and starts attempting to strip him.]
Looks like I got the upper hand this time, 'eh, bot?
[Zenyatta's back slams hard against the door. In the next moment there are hands scrabbling at his hips; there's the sound of fabric straining, metal scuffing metal, and before he knows it his pants are around his ankles.]
Jamie- hold on a moment-- [His voice skips a beat. He's already trying to grab Jamie's shoulders, hands, anything, just to get him to slow down.]
[That, in fact, is what snags on Zenyatta's attention the most; until now he has seemed, for the most part, to be- well- a sex object, there entirely for Jamie's gratification.
This, though... still recovering, he manages a light, almost (but not quite) adoring laugh.]
In that case... please. [He spreads his palms, guiding them down his body as if in display.] Be my guest.
[the real question is will he figure out the modesty panel]
[The next response he gets is another photo-- Jamie's pulled off of the toy, and is sitting beside it, showing off the toy's rather... impressive size.
... it also shows just how slick the toy is, though. Wonder what Jamie was thinking of while using it, huh?]
[Ah, that's sweet. Zenyatta stifles a little chuckle, knowing better than to court Junkrat's rage so early in their conversation. Besides, he's already being quite expressive enough; it's amazing, how much one little noise can reveal about one's actions.]
Please do not force it on my account, Jamie. I want you to enjoy yourself while you try to spite me.
[Jamison's only vocal response to Zenyatta is a little growl of frustration.
He then promptly decides to focus on getting off instead, and he lowers himself further onto the toy; he whimpers quietly into the phone, as honest as it is for show.]
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