"Wonderful. I, in turn, shall endeavour to keep you entertained."
Zenyatta does not resist; he lets go as Junkrat's teeth clamp down, head cocking ever so slightly to one side, and removes his attention to his free hand. This he moves in an exploratory fashion, cupping the lean, muscled curve of his shoulders before dropping over skin and strap.
His fingers, riddled with delicate sensors, trace the deliberate scars there only briefly before finding his ribcage instead, alarmingly in evidence. There's real affection in that touch, too. For all he's seen it on the battlefield his body is as alien to him as the surface of the moon. To think that the promise of intercourse would bring him this close... it could almost be funny, almost. His forehead glows again. "Would you like me to undress, Jamieson?" It's an offer made out of respect. He isn't trying to shame him.
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Date: 2016-12-08 10:09 pm (UTC)Zenyatta does not resist; he lets go as Junkrat's teeth clamp down, head cocking ever so slightly to one side, and removes his attention to his free hand. This he moves in an exploratory fashion, cupping the lean, muscled curve of his shoulders before dropping over skin and strap.
His fingers, riddled with delicate sensors, trace the deliberate scars there only briefly before finding his ribcage instead, alarmingly in evidence. There's real affection in that touch, too. For all he's seen it on the battlefield his body is as alien to him as the surface of the moon. To think that the promise of intercourse would bring him this close... it could almost be funny, almost. His forehead glows again. "Would you like me to undress, Jamieson?" It's an offer made out of respect. He isn't trying to shame him.