[Jamie could leave, Zenyatta realises hazily. Modesty has never been a real concern for him, much less dignity; if the mood took him he could all too easily just spring up and away from him and back to his room without a backwards glance. Iris only knew, he could be unpredictable enough.
But he doesn't. Instead, he goes out of his way to prove just how unpredictable he is and drops his arm over the delicate pistons and structures of his waist with an audible clink of metal-on-metal.
Startled, the tune breaks off and he lifts his head to stare- but Jamie's eyes are closed, if not peacefully or contentedly then in resignation.
Slowly, hesitantly, Zenyatta continues to hum. As he does so he draws one hand down Jamie's hip, feeling intently across the bony nub of his pelvis, fingers large enough to cup his ass without urgency.]
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Date: 2017-01-09 05:56 pm (UTC)But he doesn't. Instead, he goes out of his way to prove just how unpredictable he is and drops his arm over the delicate pistons and structures of his waist with an audible clink of metal-on-metal.
Startled, the tune breaks off and he lifts his head to stare- but Jamie's eyes are closed, if not peacefully or contentedly then in resignation.
Slowly, hesitantly, Zenyatta continues to hum. As he does so he draws one hand down Jamie's hip, feeling intently across the bony nub of his pelvis, fingers large enough to cup his ass without urgency.]