More accurately, his vocal processors imitate the sound of a gasp with a rippling synthetic sigh, while three of his orbs let loose a wild chime- but that scarcely matters when he's being held and squeezed, those work-rough fingers rubbing along each metal plate and the soft silicone in between. His sensors catch fire; his shoulders sink into Junkrat's body.
"G-good," he manages to murmur, skipping, against his ear. "Like that."
He's out of practise, and all the more sensitive for it, and part of him would very much like to yield to Jamie's brute curiosity and let him do as he will. But that is simply not his style. After a moment to recompose his thoughts Zenyatta moves again and slides one large, long hand between Jamison's legs and the soft space between them.
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More accurately, his vocal processors imitate the sound of a gasp with a rippling synthetic sigh, while three of his orbs let loose a wild chime- but that scarcely matters when he's being held and squeezed, those work-rough fingers rubbing along each metal plate and the soft silicone in between. His sensors catch fire; his shoulders sink into Junkrat's body.
"G-good," he manages to murmur, skipping, against his ear. "Like that."
He's out of practise, and all the more sensitive for it, and part of him would very much like to yield to Jamie's brute curiosity and let him do as he will. But that is simply not his style. After a moment to recompose his thoughts Zenyatta moves again and slides one large, long hand between Jamison's legs and the soft space between them.