Almost in response, he flushes further when the machine just... calls out what his body is doing, as though it's laid out for him in pen and ink. He wants to protest, to insult the machine in response, or to tell it to fuck off--
-- but then it's pushing that much further into him, stretching him, moving almost achingly slowly, and that lift of his hips changes the angle just slightly, and his voice comes out in a sharp "ah," his breathing ragged.
"... fff, fuck you, hahh..." He does look up at Zenyatta, at what functions for the machine's face, but it's to narrow his eyes in irritation-- though the edges are lost, as his gaze is just slightly unfocused, glazed over with pleasure. "St-- stop... doin' whatever yer doin' an'... knowin' all that... s'weird..."
His pulse continues to race quite pleasurably, however, his pussy tightening around Zenyatta with each little motion. Whether he admits it or not, he's clearly enjoying at least some part of this.
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Date: 2017-01-06 09:18 pm (UTC)-- but then it's pushing that much further into him, stretching him, moving almost achingly slowly, and that lift of his hips changes the angle just slightly, and his voice comes out in a sharp "ah," his breathing ragged.
"... fff, fuck you, hahh..." He does look up at Zenyatta, at what functions for the machine's face, but it's to narrow his eyes in irritation-- though the edges are lost, as his gaze is just slightly unfocused, glazed over with pleasure. "St-- stop... doin' whatever yer doin' an'... knowin' all that... s'weird..."
His pulse continues to race quite pleasurably, however, his pussy tightening around Zenyatta with each little motion. Whether he admits it or not, he's clearly enjoying at least some part of this.