Jamie can feel the pounding of his own heart all through his body, pulsing and tingling at the tips of his limbs-- the ones that contain blood, that is. His long, lean body rolls and shifts beneath the machine's touch, his cunt already far more slick than likely expected; it's been a while since someone else touched him like that, and it's bliss, his dirty, scarred skin flush beneath the soot, narrow chest heaving. He props himself up on his elbows so that he can see, and there's something deeply amusing to him about the sight of a bot there between his legs-- he's rapidly beginning to wonder if this could be at least one good use for them.
... quite all of a sudden, his head tips back, his muscles winding tight, and his legs tremble as he curses loudly, cunt visibly pulsing with his sudden climax. He breathes hard, curling in on himself, his hips bucking against Zenyatta's fingers as he rides it out.
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Date: 2016-12-14 09:31 pm (UTC)... quite all of a sudden, his head tips back, his muscles winding tight, and his legs tremble as he curses loudly, cunt visibly pulsing with his sudden climax. He breathes hard, curling in on himself, his hips bucking against Zenyatta's fingers as he rides it out.