CATCHALL/OVERFLOW FOR MEMES

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[tekhartha]

I am. Gently, now, Jamie. [Zenyatta isn't sure when it happened, but his voice has dropped by an octave and softened along the way, as though he were coaxing a frightened animal.] It is rather large.

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Pff... I know how ta take a cock!

[He sounds legitimately offended. That is, around the little frayed edges of his voice that shiver as he shifts on the toy, anyway.]

... ah...

[... a much more organic sound. He titters, a little more breathless.]

... heh, heh heh heh... y'should be here, mate... heh, bet you'd love seein' me take this thing up close, huh...?

[tekhartha]

[soothingly] I know that first-hand, Jamie, believe me. But you do tend to get carried away...

[Even if it is just a little contagious; Zenyatta has to admit, he's never come across someone with quite such a talent for escalating playful banter.]

... but I believe that my imagination is quite sufficient, for now. I never forget a beautiful form, least of all yours.

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Heh, heh heh, y'tryin' ta make me blush?

[It's said just exceptionally sarcastically, even through the haze of lust that's settled over his tone.

That sarcastic tone of his, however, fades pretty quickly after-- for a moment, the only sound coming over the line is that of movement, of Jamie's breathing, its rhythm growing shorter and more shallow. He's apparently riding the toy fully, rolling himself down onto it-- and, by the sound of it, he's having a pretty good time.]

... hah, fuck... hh.

[tekhartha]

[The fact of the matter is that, had he the blood for it, Zenyatta knows that he would be blushing himself. There's no mistaking what's happening on the other end now, all quick, hard breaths and, if he tunes his array finely enough, the very slightest shlick of slickened surfaces colliding again and again.

The fact of the matter is that he can't resist.]

I know you can do better than that. Harder.

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Hhh...!

[A small sound of surprise, though it's almost entirely breath, hissed out all at once; and then he titters, grin audible even over the phone.]

Wha... whaddaya think this is...? Some kinda sleezy cam show or somethin'...?

[Well, honestly... it kind of is, at this point. But Jamie can't resist a challenge, and that's almost definitely what Zenyatta was issuing to him. So he gives in, riding the toy harder, each breath punctuated with a quiet noise-- though they're getting less and less quiet as he goes...]

Ah... hnn, ha, haha, nnfuck...!

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Jamison's legs wrap around the Omnic, pinning him there, over and against him, and he arches up off the tire he's spread out across, wordlessly pleading.

"Fff, fuckin'... y-you know it is..." Both enraged and needy, desperate, his face and body flushed; his narrow chest heaves dramatically beneath Zenyatta, hands clutching the side of the tire too-tightly. "Ca'mon, fuck me...!"

He's beyond caring, at this point-- beyond worrying about looking weak in front of this thing, beyond having too much pride to beg.

[tekhartha]

[with absolute seriousness:]

Of course not. This is far cruder.

[And, in a way, it is: it's so much more honest, more intimate. For the first time in a long, long while, Zenyatta considers running his hand over his groin and loosing the modesty plating, feeling his synthetic cunt twitch in sympathy to the rhythm of Jamie's fucking.

He resists, barely, but his voice is huskier for it.]

Sing for me. Please.

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[Cruder... Jamie half-laughs at that inbetween short, panting breaths. Some part of him wants to make fun of Zenyatta, of his entire reaction, but then he presses the fingers of his free hand against his clit, and his mind almost goes blank.]

Ooohfuck, ofuck, fuckfuck...! [His voice rises urgently, the sound shuddering in his throat.]

[tekhartha]

[There's shrill, which Junkrat seems to take great pride in being as often as possible, just to add a little more emphasis- and then there's this. This is positively undone.

Breathing is entirely unnecessary for an omnic, yet Zenyatta finds himself replicating the sound of a a breathless hitch, a sigh-]

Jamie... that's perfect...! [There's the sound of rustling from his end as he squirms on the spot. His body hums ever so slightly as he tries to end the protocols only too ready to release a slick of arousal from his cunt.]

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Zenyatta's hips are tugged forward before he can brace himself, sliding his cock against the slippery, quivering folds of Jamie's cunt. The combination of silky softness and sensitivity jolts a startled little gasp out of his vocaliser before he can swallow it down.

His composure flickers like candlelight. Then he leans in again and murmurs, "Very well."

Shivering with anticipation, he nudges the his cock between the swollen lips and against his entrance- and with that first slick give the glans is swallowed up into Jamie's body, as though he's been waiting for hours, days, to be full. And perhaps, in some small way, his body's been just as hungry for it, because his array lights up instantly with the heat, the closeness, the intimacy. "Oh, Jamie-!" he breathes, "you're wonderful."

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Nn, hnn... fuck-- huuck, heh, hahahh... [His fingers rub feverishly at his clit, practically bouncing himself along the length of the toy.]

Hhhh... fuckin' 'ell, hehhh, m'gonna fuckin' come, hehh, hehehh, y'like that?

[Lewd, utterly gone, lost in pleasure. His breathing is shuddering harshly, his voice all breath.]

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[Zenyatta does, in fact, like that very much, as the sudden hitch in his voice indicates all too clearly.]

Please- [- he manages to get out, just before sheer want overwhelms him and his hand drops to his thighs, fumbling with the sensitive nodes on the innermost curves in his desperate search for release before his fingers find purchase on his modesy panel. Only then does he let himself moan, low and soft and synthetic and almost a purr.]

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[That sound... Jamie recognizes that, and it washes through his body like a hot liquid, setting his veins on fire.

His breath is a steady stream of curses, the sound rising in the back of his throat--

-- and then breaking off with a high, shivering whine, his breath almost entirely stopping for a moment, then coming again in deep, shuddering gasps. Without thinking, the hand in which his phone is held drops slightly, then goes to hang near his chest-- if Zenyatta listens, he may even be able to hear the quickened fluttering of Jamie's heart, thumping hard as he slowly begins to come down.]

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Jamison barely processes what Zenyatta is saying, and it's entirely deliberate; the machine just keeps mumbling little assurances, sweet compliments, as though Jamison were someone to be wooed, and it's honestly embarrassing for it more than anything.

He focuses, instead, on the feeling of finally being given what he wants-- the penetration isn't quite the same as when he's with a real person, a human being, the machine's cock slightly less warm, slightly more solid within him-- but it's certainly not unpleasant. On the contrary, Jamie's body bucks sharply up in response, begging for more, his pussy twitching, tightening slightly around the intrusion.

"Fuck...!" The curse is winded, almost voiceless; he picks his head up to look down between their bodies, to see the place where they meet, his eyes lidded and face flush. He wants to find it funny, but... secretly, he can't help but find something about the sight of that thing fucking him very, very intriguing.

Not that he's gonna say that out loud. Ever.

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[Zenyatta lasts a split second into that whine before it breaks him.

With a chorus of warnings jamming his processor his resistance gives out: he climaxes, quaking like a leaf as the pressure finally explodes across his senses. Before he can stop it a slick of lubricant releases from within his cunt, coating his fingers where they've finally, finally found its soft silicone- but it scarcely registers. He's too swallowed up in Jamie's pleasure, in his own pleasure, as if they shared a single body between them.

Little by little, he returns to his own mind. The first thing that registers is the fluttering breathing on the other end of the line, the faintest heartbeat a subtle bassline beneath.

Finally, he finds his voice.]

... incredible... you were incredible, Jamie. [He sounds absolutely besotted.]

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... hff...

[The sound of movement-- Jamie rolling over to lay down on the floor, panting still.

The audio call is switched to video, just for a moment; the view is down Jamie's body, the camera pointed so that Zenyatta can see where the toy is still inside him, twitching visibly with each pulse of his climax. Jamie swallows hard, and then speaks, breathless.]

... enjoyin' the view? Heh, heheh...

[tekhartha]

[Though temporary the reprieve from Jamie's presence is very welcome indeed; Zenyatta's sensory array is still going haywire. The sound of fabric grazing skin through the phone is picked out so distinctly it might belong to his own body, while his own fingers scrabbling uselessly at his modesty plate fades to a distant scratch.

Little by little, it readjusts. By the time the video call comes through he's almost composed.

Almost. Certainly, his state isn't much helped by what Jamie has to show him.]

Very much so, my dear. [The endearment, though ill-advised, comes instinctively to him, and he's too drunk on pleasure to censor himself.] I should return the favour...

[A little fumbling- and then the video on his end slides down between his own legs, to his erect cock and the plump, slippery mess of the lips beneath. The clit gleams like a pearl, pulsing with light as his body readjusts.]

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Ha, haha... whoa. I gotta make somethin' 'at... lets me bits light up like 'at... heheh!

[... and then the endearment actually sinks in, and he frowns, the camera turning to his face-- it's heavily flushed, his lids still heavy, an almost intoxicated look.]

... n'I'm not your "dear," so keep that shit outta yer, uh... voice? Thingy?

[A pause. His expression shifts a little.]

... yer dick an' all's still pretty wicked, though.

[tekhartha]

Junkrat have any kind of smart response for him lined up, or even a particularly impressive string of curses, but he doesn't have to when his body is so willing to speak for him. Like this Zenyatta can feel each individual muscle leap and twitch in his thighs, inside of him-- there's only so much stimulation his processors can handle, but he drinks it in greedily.

"Your heart is racing, Jamie," he murmured, "one hundred and six beats per second and rising... is this the only way to make you blush?" There's tender amusement in his voice even through the thickness of his desire- unromantic though they may be there's honesty in the numbers, and this is far from romance already. This is raw, and primal, and completely against his primary functions.

In fact, he's already gliding further into Jamie's body with a long, slow thrust, lifting Jamie's hips to grant him just that fraction of an inch more to fill in his own sweet time. He wants to enjoy every last second of the first stretch. "Please, don't close your eyes," he manages earnestly, "I want to see them."

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[Zenyatta can't help it. He gives a tired, faintly breathless (???) laugh, shifting a little on the pile of pillows and blankets that constitute his bed.

After a moment, he decides he doesn't care for the effort of holding the phone and lets it float instead, turning up to his faceplate instead as he lounges like an odalisque in a seraglio.]

Was that a compliment, Jamie? How unexpected! [One aimed at his genitals, admittedly, but a compliment nonetheless.] I should love to indulge you, but I really am very comfortable.

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Almost in response, he flushes further when the machine just... calls out what his body is doing, as though it's laid out for him in pen and ink. He wants to protest, to insult the machine in response, or to tell it to fuck off--

-- but then it's pushing that much further into him, stretching him, moving almost achingly slowly, and that lift of his hips changes the angle just slightly, and his voice comes out in a sharp "ah," his breathing ragged.

"... fff, fuck you, hahh..." He does look up at Zenyatta, at what functions for the machine's face, but it's to narrow his eyes in irritation-- though the edges are lost, as his gaze is just slightly unfocused, glazed over with pleasure. "St-- stop... doin' whatever yer doin' an'... knowin' all that... s'weird..."

His pulse continues to race quite pleasurably, however, his pussy tightening around Zenyatta with each little motion. Whether he admits it or not, he's clearly enjoying at least some part of this.

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Shut yer fuckin'... whatever. Nnf.

[He gives a breathless huff, settling down to try and get comfortable, himself-- though it's on the floor. Must be nice, havin' a big bed of pillows to lay on.

Though he smirks a little at that last statement.]

Huh... didn't know you things could be lazy.

[tekhartha]

[He hums contentedly, and for a moment it's only too easy to imagine that the seam of his mouth is curved in a smile.]

No one is perfect. You are very welcome to join me, of course.

[come and curl up with him he's very warm and there's incense burning]

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Pffff. M'good here on the floor. Waddaya think, we're gonna cuddle or somethin'?

[... that actually does sound kinda nice, but absolutely not.

no.]