[Zenyatta's back slams hard against the door. In the next moment there are hands scrabbling at his hips; there's the sound of fabric straining, metal scuffing metal, and before he knows it his pants are around his ankles.]
Jamie- hold on a moment-- [His voice skips a beat. He's already trying to grab Jamie's shoulders, hands, anything, just to get him to slow down.]
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Jamie- hold on a moment-- [His voice skips a beat. He's already trying to grab Jamie's shoulders, hands, anything, just to get him to slow down.]