Date: 2016-12-14 09:17 pm (UTC)
tekhartha: (ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ)
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Junkrat doesn't so much come undone as he does unravel from the waist, as though his fingers alone could reduce him to little more than a sigh and a quiver. He sways drunkenly back from him, and for a moment Zenyatta wonders if he isn't looking for the space to reassert himself- but he doesn't. Instead, he flops back and all but presents himself, splayed and hungry.

For his part, however, Zenyatta takes his time. He pauses, gently bringing together his index and middle fingers- the ones engaged until scarcely a moment ago- and parts them with deliberate care. A fine liquid thread of arousal spreads between them, glistening on the tips of his fingers.

"Here, I believe," he answers and then moves in and down onto one knee, placing his head level with Junkrat's hips. Nine blue dots glow against his thighs. His hands fan across them to spread them further apart and part the soft, flushed lips between them by just a fraction. His fingers are back to work only a moment later, stroking up and down in experimental lengths and shapes while his thumb caresses the hard little node of Junkrat's clit. It's coming back to him, little by little.
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Jamison "Junkrat" Fawkes

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