There is admittedly something invasive in the way he all but prowls around him like some kind of mechanical vulture in search of parts. Yet, when he speaks, his voice has softened with his interest, whether he realises it or not. Even his hands move without any particular aggression; they caress his thighs and hips with a mechanical rather than malicious touch. And, though his legs are long and thin they're covered in pressure sensors that thrill at such an alien stimulus.
Zenyatta gives a short, unnecessary sound, something like an intake of breath. How long has it been?
The tapping, at least, is rude enough to refocus around. "That is a modesty panel. Many omnics eschew clothing altogether; in order to make themselves decent, they conceal whatever genitalia they have behind a modesty panel." They were, after all, built for a great many purposes. Zenyatta is not a pleasure model- but then, many of them were built for a great many purposes. Multi-functional. Production was cheaper that way.
"Allow me." Without any obvious shame, he drops a hand to the panel and prepares to unsheathe... only to pause, suddenly. The look in Junkrat's eyes is a compelling enough reason to tease; he's waiting for it now, and he will continue to wait for as long as he chooses.
Only when he detects true impatience from the man does the panel withdraw with a soft shhh of metal-on-metal, releasing his erection: silver, segmented metal, faintly curved and lit up with sensitive nodes along its full length. Just a little behind it sits a silicone-soft entrance, barely visible, smooth.
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Date: 2016-12-10 09:37 pm (UTC)Zenyatta gives a short, unnecessary sound, something like an intake of breath. How long has it been?
The tapping, at least, is rude enough to refocus around. "That is a modesty panel. Many omnics eschew clothing altogether; in order to make themselves decent, they conceal whatever genitalia they have behind a modesty panel." They were, after all, built for a great many purposes. Zenyatta is not a pleasure model- but then, many of them were built for a great many purposes. Multi-functional. Production was cheaper that way.
"Allow me." Without any obvious shame, he drops a hand to the panel and prepares to unsheathe... only to pause, suddenly. The look in Junkrat's eyes is a compelling enough reason to tease; he's waiting for it now, and he will continue to wait for as long as he chooses.
Only when he detects true impatience from the man does the panel withdraw with a soft shhh of metal-on-metal, releasing his erection: silver, segmented metal, faintly curved and lit up with sensitive nodes along its full length. Just a little behind it sits a silicone-soft entrance, barely visible, smooth.