CATCHALL/OVERFLOW FOR MEMES

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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.

[tekhartha]

[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?

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[It's such an odd question even from Junkrat that it stills Zenyatta's hands instantly. He raises his head from the pillow.]

Are you asking me why I want to lie with you like this? [Somehow, he makes it sound like an absolutely ridiculous question he's condescended to answer out of sheer benevolence.

Which he does, with a genuinely thoughtful little noise.]

To share my satisfaction with you. To enjoy your company. [He hums.] Mostly, I simply like the way you feel.

[Which he demonstrates only too eagerly, resuming his lazy petting down the back of Jamie's neck.]

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[For once, Junkrat doesn't actually have an answer. He just... grumbles, his vivid eyes screwed shut, face turned against the pillows still. He gives a little huff against them.

... he seems to melt a little, however, his resolve weakening slightly as Zenyatta resumes petting him.

He can't... really help it. Touch-- gentle, genuine, affectionate touch... it's something he experiences so incredibly rarely. Even if it's this thing-- this...

... thing...]

... mmmh.

[His head turns a bit, one of his eyes finally opening, though it's still refusing to look at Zenyatta. He's trying to look angry, but, more than anything, he just looks... troubled.]

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[Little by little, the tension melts away from Jamie's muscles beneath the insistent stroke of his fingertips, light and even and rhythmic. Pressure sensors register the unexpected smoothness between old scars and textures, the blood moving beneath in steady pumps. Calmer than he expected.

The junker's eyes crack open a little. Zenyatta keeps going, but as words rise to his vocaliser he discards them and, instead, begins to hum: a light, fluted folk song from the villages near the Shambali monastery. His voicebox doubles over, polyphonic as it replicates the floating tones of the bansuri and the delicate sārangī.

Even hearing it in his own voice makes him feel sleepy and peaceful. Vibrating gently with the sound, he edges all the closer and nestles into Jamie's longer frame.]

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[Jamison just... sighs. He wants to be angry and defensive. He wants to punch this thing away from him, to kick and fight, but--

... for some reason, he feels a little guilty about considering doing that.

He doesn't do it. He isn't sure why.

Instead, he closes that eye, lets the sound of the machine's voice drift over him. This is probably the most peaceful anyone's ever seen him-- he doesn't consider it an honor to be gifted to someone, though. It's more like he's surrendering.

Fine. The machine wins, just this once.

It better not make me regret this.

Out of an attempt at comfort more than anything, his prosthetic arm is thrown over the Omnic's side. He's just using it for a prop, though. Like a throw pillow or something. That's all.]

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[Jamie could leave, Zenyatta realises hazily. Modesty has never been a real concern for him, much less dignity; if the mood took him he could all too easily just spring up and away from him and back to his room without a backwards glance. Iris only knew, he could be unpredictable enough.

But he doesn't. Instead, he goes out of his way to prove just how unpredictable he is and drops his arm over the delicate pistons and structures of his waist with an audible clink of metal-on-metal.

Startled, the tune breaks off and he lifts his head to stare- but Jamie's eyes are closed, if not peacefully or contentedly then in resignation.

Slowly, hesitantly, Zenyatta continues to hum. As he does so he draws one hand down Jamie's hip, feeling intently across the bony nub of his pelvis, fingers large enough to cup his ass without urgency.]

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Mmn...?

[The sound turns up, almost a question. Jamie was, for a moment, on the very edge of sleep, if it weren't for all his troubled thoughts; but that contact startles him awake, surprises him.]

... what're you doin' now?

[His voice is warm, far softer than anyone else has ever heard it, his words slurred with drowsiness.]