"Hush, now," Zenyatta interrupts, clear though it is that whatever Jamie has left to say at this point will be entirely incoherent. He's only half-listening, anyway, snuggling further up his thigh until his Jieba light up the slick pink skin beneath his fingers.

But as much as he's enjoying this, what he really craves is contact, and a lot more of it.

Briefly he considers pulling Junkrat down into his lap, but it seems an uncomfortable and ungainly proposition for the both of them. Instead, he eases his way back up on his heels, pressing Jamie into the tire with his advance as his fingers stroke deeper and deeper- and slides in a third, stretching him around the sudden addition.