Junkrat have any kind of smart response for him lined up, or even a particularly impressive string of curses, but he doesn't have to when his body is so willing to speak for him. Like this Zenyatta can feel each individual muscle leap and twitch in his thighs, inside of him-- there's only so much stimulation his processors can handle, but he drinks it in greedily.
"Your heart is racing, Jamie," he murmured, "one hundred and six beats per second and rising... is this the only way to make you blush?" There's tender amusement in his voice even through the thickness of his desire- unromantic though they may be there's honesty in the numbers, and this is far from romance already. This is raw, and primal, and completely against his primary functions.
In fact, he's already gliding further into Jamie's body with a long, slow thrust, lifting Jamie's hips to grant him just that fraction of an inch more to fill in his own sweet time. He wants to enjoy every last second of the first stretch. "Please, don't close your eyes," he manages earnestly, "I want to see them."
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Date: 2017-01-05 10:30 pm (UTC)"Your heart is racing, Jamie," he murmured, "one hundred and six beats per second and rising... is this the only way to make you blush?" There's tender amusement in his voice even through the thickness of his desire- unromantic though they may be there's honesty in the numbers, and this is far from romance already. This is raw, and primal, and completely against his primary functions.
In fact, he's already gliding further into Jamie's body with a long, slow thrust, lifting Jamie's hips to grant him just that fraction of an inch more to fill in his own sweet time. He wants to enjoy every last second of the first stretch. "Please, don't close your eyes," he manages earnestly, "I want to see them."