[The fact of the matter is that, had he the blood for it, Zenyatta knows that he would be blushing himself. There's no mistaking what's happening on the other end now, all quick, hard breaths and, if he tunes his array finely enough, the very slightest shlick of slickened surfaces colliding again and again.
no subject
The fact of the matter is that he can't resist.]
I know you can do better than that. Harder.