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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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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Ha, haha... whoa. I gotta make somethin' 'at... lets me bits light up like 'at... heheh!

[... and then the endearment actually sinks in, and he frowns, the camera turning to his face-- it's heavily flushed, his lids still heavy, an almost intoxicated look.]

... n'I'm not your "dear," so keep that shit outta yer, uh... voice? Thingy?

[A pause. His expression shifts a little.]

... yer dick an' all's still pretty wicked, though.

[tekhartha]

[Zenyatta can't help it. He gives a tired, faintly breathless (???) laugh, shifting a little on the pile of pillows and blankets that constitute his bed.

After a moment, he decides he doesn't care for the effort of holding the phone and lets it float instead, turning up to his faceplate instead as he lounges like an odalisque in a seraglio.]

Was that a compliment, Jamie? How unexpected! [One aimed at his genitals, admittedly, but a compliment nonetheless.] I should love to indulge you, but I really am very comfortable.

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Shut yer fuckin'... whatever. Nnf.

[He gives a breathless huff, settling down to try and get comfortable, himself-- though it's on the floor. Must be nice, havin' a big bed of pillows to lay on.

Though he smirks a little at that last statement.]

Huh... didn't know you things could be lazy.

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[He hums contentedly, and for a moment it's only too easy to imagine that the seam of his mouth is curved in a smile.]

No one is perfect. You are very welcome to join me, of course.

[come and curl up with him he's very warm and there's incense burning]

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Pffff. M'good here on the floor. Waddaya think, we're gonna cuddle or somethin'?

[... that actually does sound kinda nice, but absolutely not.

no.]

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Actually...

[But Zenyatta breaks off there and instead slides into a considering sound. He taps a finger against his chin.]

... well. In that case. One moment-

[aaand he's hanging up. Jamie's granted around two minutes' worth of peace and quiet before his door is abruptly opened and a certain robot monk invites himself in.]

Hello, Jamie. Please don't make a scene.

[yes hello he is definitely trying to pick him up.]

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What the fuck are you doing?!

[NOPE TIME TO MAKE A SCENE oh god he's way too tired and blissed out to deal with this shit. and still very much naked, also. the toy flops out of him almost comically and lands on the floor, and jamie just. wiggles his limbs a little in the air uselessly, not even wobbling.

He finally gives up and sags tiredly, frowning over at Zenyatta.]

I, er, reckon this is non-negotiable, ain't it.

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[Really, Zenyatta thinks what he's doing is perfectly self-explanatory, but even he's not suicidal or smart-assy enough to point that out. He waits patiently for Jamie to finish his kicking and squirming before he answers, with a broad smile lighting up his voice.]

Completely, I fear. [He watches the toy bounce below his feet for a moment, then shakes his head.] You are welcome to make yourself comfortable.

[because he's not planning on putting him down any time soon. With a brief glance outside to make sure they won't be spotted- he cares for Jamie's modesty, even if Jamie himself does not- he floats the two of them back into his own room, already candlelit and dreamy with joss sticks.]

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[Jamie gives the most melodramatic of sighs, and settles down, trying hard to find a way to be "comfortable" while floating naked in the air. He settles for crossing his arms angrily across his chest, petulant.]

Fine! I'm still not gonna cuddle with you though. What d'you think I am, your bloody girlfriend?

[tekhartha]

[Oh, if Zenyatta had a mouth he'd definitely be smiling to himself. Jamie's said he wouldn't do a lot of things over the course of their relationship, platonic or otherwise, and he can count the number of them that have stuck on one hand.]

[soothingly] Of course not. I would never.

[With the doors closed behind him he settles back onto the cushions, only putting Jamie down again to wriggle, feline, out of his trousers. That he isn't wearing his modesty plating doesn't much bother him. He's not erect- he won't be too uncomfortable.]

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[Jamison flops, somewhat awkwardly, onto the cushions-- his immediate plan is to pitch a fit, try to climb away from them and find somewhere else to sit.

... but they're really comfortable. And he's honestly pretty worn out from riding that huge-ass toy. And it's warm here, but not too warm, and the air smells nice...

... he ends up just kind of sinking into the cushions, sighing, his expression irate.]

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[Zenyatta, meanwhile, simply gives a soft, contented sigh and stretches himself out alongside him, enjoying the gentle tug on his joints and the warm of Jamie's body.]

Oh, Jamie. [Fondly, all but gazing sideways at him. After a moment he edges closer still until their foreheads boop together; all the while one hand edges up towards the back of Jamie's head, stroking lightly through the fine, soft tufts of hair, like duckling fluff.]

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[Jamison spends as much time as he can aggressively not looking at the Omnic.

His face is lit up red. If asked, he'd insist it was rage. Completely.]

Oi, n'I help you?

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[serenely:] Your very presence is helping me enormously.

[Zenyatta nestles a little more closely into the cushions, before, on an impulse, he hooks a leg across Jamie's scrawny hips, bringing them just that little bit closer together.]

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[Jamie growls low in his throat-- a warning. Though, it doesn't hold very much water, given he's snuggling down into the cushions, letting his eyes fall closed.

He's still frowning, though. Extra-hard.]

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[It does about as much good as a kitten's hiss. Zenyatta's already curling his way around Jamie's body even more, lacing one arm under Jamie's neck and the other across his waist to stroke the skinny plane of his back, feeling the ribs through his skin. He's bony and sinewy, hardly easy to hold, but he welcomes him as though he were sewn from the finest silk.]

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[Another little growling noise. He's been pressed close against the machine before-- obviously-- but never in such an... idle situation. He wants to just go to sleep and ignore it, but his mind keeps getting distracted by the alien-yet-familiar feeling of its hands skimming over his skin, the small sounds created by each motion-- the whirring of servos and faint metal-on-metal clicks of his different parts as they move against each other. It isn't at all like laying next to a human-- if anything, he's more vividly aware of the machine's inhumanity than ever.

... but it's just laying here beside him, wrapping around him like a touch-starved octopus. It could kill him right now.

Why does he think it won't? Why is he trusting his naked, defenseless body in the presence of this... thing?

... he frowns harder, whining, tries to turn and tuck his face against the cushion. He doesn't want to think about that right now.]

... what're you doin' this for, huh?