CATCHALL/OVERFLOW FOR MEMES

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[tekhartha]

If I did not know you any better, Jamison Fawkes, I would think you just suggested that I am better than any gadget you could build.

[a pause.]

At fucking you, at least.

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nah im just lazy and why put time into makin a mechanical dick when u got one laying around that wont stop tryin to make you like it anyways

[tekhartha]

I do not think I have to try to "make you like" my dick, Jamie.

[THAT'S NOT WHAT HE MEANT AND YOU KNOW IT ZENYATTA.]

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WOW SOMEBODY GOT THEIR SASSY PANTS ON TODAY!!!!!!!!

[goddammit, why is he still having this conversation. he could be riding this dildo to victory.

maybe he'll give zenyatta a call and do just that.]

[tekhartha]

You are a terrible influence on me. ;)

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good maybe youll be less of a fuckin goody two shoes soon

[hey zenyatta

phone call]

[tekhartha]

[Hello there. He answers immediately.]

Sitting comfortably, Jamie?

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[--!!!

He sputters. Zenyatta's supposed to be shocked by this call!! Goddammit!!!

He tries to recover as fast as he can, though, cackling.]

I'm about to be!

[Zenyatta'll be able to hear some movement... and then a little noise as Jamie presses himself against the tip of the toy again.]

[tekhartha]

[Ah, that's sweet. Zenyatta stifles a little chuckle, knowing better than to court Junkrat's rage so early in their conversation. Besides, he's already being quite expressive enough; it's amazing, how much one little noise can reveal about one's actions.]

Please do not force it on my account, Jamie. I want you to enjoy yourself while you try to spite me.

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[Jamison's only vocal response to Zenyatta is a little growl of frustration.

He then promptly decides to focus on getting off instead, and he lowers himself further onto the toy; he whimpers quietly into the phone, as honest as it is for show.]

... heh heh... maybe you should be worried...

[tekhartha]

I am. Gently, now, Jamie. [Zenyatta isn't sure when it happened, but his voice has dropped by an octave and softened along the way, as though he were coaxing a frightened animal.] It is rather large.

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Pff... I know how ta take a cock!

[He sounds legitimately offended. That is, around the little frayed edges of his voice that shiver as he shifts on the toy, anyway.]

... ah...

[... a much more organic sound. He titters, a little more breathless.]

... heh, heh heh heh... y'should be here, mate... heh, bet you'd love seein' me take this thing up close, huh...?

[tekhartha]

[soothingly] I know that first-hand, Jamie, believe me. But you do tend to get carried away...

[Even if it is just a little contagious; Zenyatta has to admit, he's never come across someone with quite such a talent for escalating playful banter.]

... but I believe that my imagination is quite sufficient, for now. I never forget a beautiful form, least of all yours.

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Heh, heh heh, y'tryin' ta make me blush?

[It's said just exceptionally sarcastically, even through the haze of lust that's settled over his tone.

That sarcastic tone of his, however, fades pretty quickly after-- for a moment, the only sound coming over the line is that of movement, of Jamie's breathing, its rhythm growing shorter and more shallow. He's apparently riding the toy fully, rolling himself down onto it-- and, by the sound of it, he's having a pretty good time.]

... hah, fuck... hh.

[tekhartha]

[The fact of the matter is that, had he the blood for it, Zenyatta knows that he would be blushing himself. There's no mistaking what's happening on the other end now, all quick, hard breaths and, if he tunes his array finely enough, the very slightest shlick of slickened surfaces colliding again and again.

The fact of the matter is that he can't resist.]

I know you can do better than that. Harder.

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Hhh...!

[A small sound of surprise, though it's almost entirely breath, hissed out all at once; and then he titters, grin audible even over the phone.]

Wha... whaddaya think this is...? Some kinda sleezy cam show or somethin'...?

[Well, honestly... it kind of is, at this point. But Jamie can't resist a challenge, and that's almost definitely what Zenyatta was issuing to him. So he gives in, riding the toy harder, each breath punctuated with a quiet noise-- though they're getting less and less quiet as he goes...]

Ah... hnn, ha, haha, nnfuck...!

[tekhartha]

[with absolute seriousness:]

Of course not. This is far cruder.

[And, in a way, it is: it's so much more honest, more intimate. For the first time in a long, long while, Zenyatta considers running his hand over his groin and loosing the modesty plating, feeling his synthetic cunt twitch in sympathy to the rhythm of Jamie's fucking.

He resists, barely, but his voice is huskier for it.]

Sing for me. Please.

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[Cruder... Jamie half-laughs at that inbetween short, panting breaths. Some part of him wants to make fun of Zenyatta, of his entire reaction, but then he presses the fingers of his free hand against his clit, and his mind almost goes blank.]

Ooohfuck, ofuck, fuckfuck...! [His voice rises urgently, the sound shuddering in his throat.]

[tekhartha]

[There's shrill, which Junkrat seems to take great pride in being as often as possible, just to add a little more emphasis- and then there's this. This is positively undone.

Breathing is entirely unnecessary for an omnic, yet Zenyatta finds himself replicating the sound of a a breathless hitch, a sigh-]

Jamie... that's perfect...! [There's the sound of rustling from his end as he squirms on the spot. His body hums ever so slightly as he tries to end the protocols only too ready to release a slick of arousal from his cunt.]

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Nn, hnn... fuck-- huuck, heh, hahahh... [His fingers rub feverishly at his clit, practically bouncing himself along the length of the toy.]

Hhhh... fuckin' 'ell, hehhh, m'gonna fuckin' come, hehh, hehehh, y'like that?

[Lewd, utterly gone, lost in pleasure. His breathing is shuddering harshly, his voice all breath.]

[tekhartha]

[Zenyatta does, in fact, like that very much, as the sudden hitch in his voice indicates all too clearly.]

Please- [- he manages to get out, just before sheer want overwhelms him and his hand drops to his thighs, fumbling with the sensitive nodes on the innermost curves in his desperate search for release before his fingers find purchase on his modesy panel. Only then does he let himself moan, low and soft and synthetic and almost a purr.]

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[That sound... Jamie recognizes that, and it washes through his body like a hot liquid, setting his veins on fire.

His breath is a steady stream of curses, the sound rising in the back of his throat--

-- and then breaking off with a high, shivering whine, his breath almost entirely stopping for a moment, then coming again in deep, shuddering gasps. Without thinking, the hand in which his phone is held drops slightly, then goes to hang near his chest-- if Zenyatta listens, he may even be able to hear the quickened fluttering of Jamie's heart, thumping hard as he slowly begins to come down.]

[tekhartha]

[Zenyatta lasts a split second into that whine before it breaks him.

With a chorus of warnings jamming his processor his resistance gives out: he climaxes, quaking like a leaf as the pressure finally explodes across his senses. Before he can stop it a slick of lubricant releases from within his cunt, coating his fingers where they've finally, finally found its soft silicone- but it scarcely registers. He's too swallowed up in Jamie's pleasure, in his own pleasure, as if they shared a single body between them.

Little by little, he returns to his own mind. The first thing that registers is the fluttering breathing on the other end of the line, the faintest heartbeat a subtle bassline beneath.

Finally, he finds his voice.]

... incredible... you were incredible, Jamie. [He sounds absolutely besotted.]

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... hff...

[The sound of movement-- Jamie rolling over to lay down on the floor, panting still.

The audio call is switched to video, just for a moment; the view is down Jamie's body, the camera pointed so that Zenyatta can see where the toy is still inside him, twitching visibly with each pulse of his climax. Jamie swallows hard, and then speaks, breathless.]

... enjoyin' the view? Heh, heheh...

[tekhartha]

[Though temporary the reprieve from Jamie's presence is very welcome indeed; Zenyatta's sensory array is still going haywire. The sound of fabric grazing skin through the phone is picked out so distinctly it might belong to his own body, while his own fingers scrabbling uselessly at his modesty plate fades to a distant scratch.

Little by little, it readjusts. By the time the video call comes through he's almost composed.

Almost. Certainly, his state isn't much helped by what Jamie has to show him.]

Very much so, my dear. [The endearment, though ill-advised, comes instinctively to him, and he's too drunk on pleasure to censor himself.] I should return the favour...

[A little fumbling- and then the video on his end slides down between his own legs, to his erect cock and the plump, slippery mess of the lips beneath. The clit gleams like a pearl, pulsing with light as his body readjusts.]