[Zenyatta does, in fact, like that very much, as the sudden hitch in his voice indicates all too clearly.]
Please- [- he manages to get out, just before sheer want overwhelms him and his hand drops to his thighs, fumbling with the sensitive nodes on the innermost curves in his desperate search for release before his fingers find purchase on his modesy panel. Only then does he let himself moan, low and soft and synthetic and almost a purr.]
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Please- [- he manages to get out, just before sheer want overwhelms him and his hand drops to his thighs, fumbling with the sensitive nodes on the innermost curves in his desperate search for release before his fingers find purchase on his modesy panel. Only then does he let himself moan, low and soft and synthetic and almost a purr.]