Junkrat shudders like a ruined engine and suddenly they seem mere moments away from an explosion-
- that never materialises. He soldiers on, wearing a rictus grin and a gleam in his eye that could as easily be tears as ill-intent- and, for that alone, he has Zenyatta's most sincere respect.
And action.
"As you wish." Without a word more he sweeps forward, a wind of movement, and sweeps one hand down to Jamison's hip; his other takes his jaw and tilts it rudely upwards towards the relentless glow of his Jieba. The distance between them is closed in an instant. The jut of his erection strokes across the junker's skin, warm metal on warmer still skin.
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Date: 2016-12-12 09:23 pm (UTC)- that never materialises. He soldiers on, wearing a rictus grin and a gleam in his eye that could as easily be tears as ill-intent- and, for that alone, he has Zenyatta's most sincere respect.
And action.
"As you wish." Without a word more he sweeps forward, a wind of movement, and sweeps one hand down to Jamison's hip; his other takes his jaw and tilts it rudely upwards towards the relentless glow of his Jieba. The distance between them is closed in an instant. The jut of his erection strokes across the junker's skin, warm metal on warmer still skin.
'Trash' indeed.