Jamison just... doesn't care anymore. If there's any pain left in his chest, in his mind, he doesn't feel it-- it's swept away under a tide of something much more base, a whitehot energy that isn't entirely different from his own rage and sadness, yet has effectively erased those emotions. His head is numb, his mind gone silent-- all that's left for him to be aware of is his body, all long, stringy muscle and bone and heat.
He's never fucked an Omnic before, for obvious reason-- he has no idea what to do with himself, with his hands or with his mouth, but he tries, reaching down between them with his prosthetic to wrap the unyielding metal of those fingers around the machine's "cock," testing-- wanting to see what he could do to it.
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Date: 2016-12-12 09:31 pm (UTC)Jamison just... doesn't care anymore. If there's any pain left in his chest, in his mind, he doesn't feel it-- it's swept away under a tide of something much more base, a whitehot energy that isn't entirely different from his own rage and sadness, yet has effectively erased those emotions. His head is numb, his mind gone silent-- all that's left for him to be aware of is his body, all long, stringy muscle and bone and heat.
He's never fucked an Omnic before, for obvious reason-- he has no idea what to do with himself, with his hands or with his mouth, but he tries, reaching down between them with his prosthetic to wrap the unyielding metal of those fingers around the machine's "cock," testing-- wanting to see what he could do to it.