CATCHALL/OVERFLOW FOR MEMES

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[tekhartha]

"'Fuck me'?" Zenyatta repeats, amused, and without any real surprise he notices that he quite likes the way the words sound in his voice; his careful intonation lends them a certain reverance that serves, paradoxically, to make them all the more obscene.

Not that he needs to be obscene; Jamie is more than making up for the both of them with his every reaction, whining and writhing and grinding himself down, down, onto his fingers. It's not just greedy- it's as though he's been starved.

Zenyatta, in all his sympathy, can only oblige.

"As you wish." Unwillingly, he withdraws his fingers, marvelling all the while at how slick and bright they have become, coated in Junkrat's arousal.

All the better to apply to his erection. The second Zenyatta touches himself he shivers, lighting up every sensory node through to the soles of his feet with anticipation. As soon as he's prepared himself he leans up a little more, up and over Junkrat's helpless form. His cock, thick and sleek, juts between the two of them, casting a faint glow across his belly.

"Is this what you want, Jamie?" He sounds encouraging and gentle, as though he half-expects to have to coax the yes out of him.

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Jamison's legs wrap around the Omnic, pinning him there, over and against him, and he arches up off the tire he's spread out across, wordlessly pleading.

"Fff, fuckin'... y-you know it is..." Both enraged and needy, desperate, his face and body flushed; his narrow chest heaves dramatically beneath Zenyatta, hands clutching the side of the tire too-tightly. "Ca'mon, fuck me...!"

He's beyond caring, at this point-- beyond worrying about looking weak in front of this thing, beyond having too much pride to beg.

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Zenyatta's hips are tugged forward before he can brace himself, sliding his cock against the slippery, quivering folds of Jamie's cunt. The combination of silky softness and sensitivity jolts a startled little gasp out of his vocaliser before he can swallow it down.

His composure flickers like candlelight. Then he leans in again and murmurs, "Very well."

Shivering with anticipation, he nudges the his cock between the swollen lips and against his entrance- and with that first slick give the glans is swallowed up into Jamie's body, as though he's been waiting for hours, days, to be full. And perhaps, in some small way, his body's been just as hungry for it, because his array lights up instantly with the heat, the closeness, the intimacy. "Oh, Jamie-!" he breathes, "you're wonderful."

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Jamison barely processes what Zenyatta is saying, and it's entirely deliberate; the machine just keeps mumbling little assurances, sweet compliments, as though Jamison were someone to be wooed, and it's honestly embarrassing for it more than anything.

He focuses, instead, on the feeling of finally being given what he wants-- the penetration isn't quite the same as when he's with a real person, a human being, the machine's cock slightly less warm, slightly more solid within him-- but it's certainly not unpleasant. On the contrary, Jamie's body bucks sharply up in response, begging for more, his pussy twitching, tightening slightly around the intrusion.

"Fuck...!" The curse is winded, almost voiceless; he picks his head up to look down between their bodies, to see the place where they meet, his eyes lidded and face flush. He wants to find it funny, but... secretly, he can't help but find something about the sight of that thing fucking him very, very intriguing.

Not that he's gonna say that out loud. Ever.

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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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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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'Stop'? At first Zenyatta takes him completely at his word and grinds- so to speak- to a halt, visibly startled by the request. But he only has to listen for a moment longer to realise exactly what Jamie is actually getting at, and when he does it makes him laugh one of those bright, gentle chiming laughs.

"Not so weird," he contests good-naturedly, gently easing his hips back again until all but the head of his cock is exposed again, "that your pulse has not risen by another four beats per minute."

He takes a moment to let Jamie speak, admiring, absent-mindedly, the way his arousal gleams about the shaft- and then without so much as a second wasted he thrusts forward again until he's even deeper than he was a moment ago and just short of hilting himself against Jamie's skin.

The result is a sudden, dizzying jolt of pleasure that shoots straight through his neural cortex and strains, just, the limits of his processor. Even before it's faded his back is venting body-warmed steam with a sighing hiss. Trembling, he curls back over Jamie's body. "Oh, Jamie," he repeats, "you are perfect!"

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"Hhhf--!" That thrust effectively silences, at least temporarily, whatever complaints Jamison was about to give voice to-- instead he just lets his head tip back against the tire, the muscles of his stomach wound almost painfully tight as his body pushes back against Zenyatta, a silent demand for more. And then he tries to speak, though he remains where he is-- head tipped back, eyes closed, for the time being. "Hh, heh, mmh... y-yeah, 'bout time y'said somethin' reasonable..."

Though his voice is utterly breathless, it's clear he's trying another approach-- deflect the Omnic's attempts to win him over with compliments by obnoxiously accepting them, rather than shooting them down entirely.

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Perhaps it is tricky of him, in this moment, to take advantage of Jamie's position: head back, eyes closed, spread before him like some lovely and private treasure. But Zenyatta can't help himself. He closes the distance between them and nuzzles the cheek of his faceplate into his bony collar, relishing the damp warmth of his skin, the tic of his throat with every gasp and swallow.

Deflection would probably be more effective on someone less completely and utterly doting. Also someone not emitting pleasured, drunken static like a broken radio.

Still pressed close, he begins to move in earnest: long, deep thrusts, just slowly enough for him to silently map every inch of Jamie's internal geography. He reaches forward, forces their hands to meet, then laces their fingers together and squeezes.

"Here, my star?" Where did that come from? He doesn't think about it overmuch, and instead concentrates on shifting his hips at just the right angle. "You are softest here..."