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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.]

[tekhartha]

[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.]

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[The melody bleeds into a soft, sunny little laugh, and though Jamie has put his song in hold Zenyatta's hand continues its idle path up and down his flank.]

I said as much earlier, did I not? I just want to touch you. [He nestles closer still to his side, until he's half-wedged under Jamie's shoulder.]

I do not often get the chance to take my time. We do tend to get carried away...

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[Yeah, on purpose. At least, it is in Jamie's point of view.

He doesn't fight him on it, though. If the thing wants to touch him... fine. Whatever. He's pretty sure at this point that this one might be broken, anyway.

That's it. This Omnic is broken somehow. That's why it's like this.

He sighs a little in response, irritated... but he doesn't make him stop.]

Maybe I like gettin' carried away. Not literally, though!

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[That earns a louder laugh from Zenyatta, rich and warm as cream soup, and in this moment he isn't sure he's ever felt more affectionate towards Jamie.]

I apologise. We "tin cans" can be somewhat literal. [Is that sarcasm in his voice? At the very least it's a hefty dose of irony.] ... honestly. You are the limit.

[Humming pleasantly, he skims his hand down the back of Jamie's thigh and then presses between them, ever so slightly, with his thumb.]

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[Goddammit.

He wants to fuss-- but, pretty all of a sudden, there are fingers in places that he didn't expect to have fingers, and his skin warms up a little, his face turning away from the pillow to finally look directly at Zenyatta. He's... puzzled.]

... we doin' this now? Heh, heheh, uh... not that I'm complainin' or anything...

[... of course, he's still an oversensitive, wet mess down in that general area from the ride he just took. But, hey, that's Zenyatta's problem and not his.]

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[Are they doing anything in particular, Zenyatta asks himself, lazily? No. Not particularly.]

Now. Later. In the end, what is the difference? [He twists his hand a little to ease the pressure on his wrist joint, dipping between Jamie's legs with his fingers instead. Still wet, yes, and soft, and deliciously supple to the advance of his touches.

His forefinger slides between the lips of his cunt, stroking each fold with infinite care.] I am simply enjoying the moment.

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Nh.

[Jamison's eyelids flutter, his breath deepening-- as does the flush across his skin. His body arches, just a little, clearly enjoying the attention, lazy though it may be.

His heart responds as well, thumping so hard in response to that stimulation that Zenyatta may be able to hear it even without trying.]

... hhh, heh... 'at makes two of us, f'r once...

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[Zenyatta doesn't have the inclination to follow each change too intently; he simply lets the shifting rhythms of Jamie's body wash over him as a passive recipient. His pulse. His breathing. His temperature...]

Then we truly are in harmony. [His finger moves languidly, drawing long, teasing lines up and down the soft cleft from clit to entrance; all the while his thumb probes at his ass as well, a curious intrusion.]

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[Honestly, for once, Jamison is pretty content to just let him do it. It feels a little too good for him to argue, each patient stroke sending a fresh wave of warm haziness over his mind, though his hips do tilt just a little bit, unconsciously.

He lets his eyes drift closed again; and then he feels that thumb pressing at his ass, and he can't help but giggle a little bit, drowsy.]

Heh, hehheeh, 'assa new one f'r us, ain't it...? [And he sticks his tongue out a little. It's unclear exactly what his point is, other than him being a little bit drunk on both pleasure and sleepiness.]

[tekhartha]

[Junkrat's so relaxed; his pathway opens to him like a shaft of light across the floor, and Zenyatta walks it with a warm and gentle heart.

He also walks his fingers up and down Jamie's most sensitive parts.]

Mmm. [He sighs contentedly. New for us, yes, but not individually- he's sure Jamie has put stranger things in there than an omnic's fingers.] Shall I stop?

[Precisely at that moment he rolls Jamie's clit around with his finger and pushes, ever so slightly, into his ass with the very tip of his thumb- real, firm, focused touches, for just a single moment.]

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Nnf-- [Oh. Jamie's body scrunches up a little, and then pushes down into that contact, his breathing a quiet pant, chest pressing against Zenyatta's with each short breath.] Hhhh... ah... n-nah, s'... s'alright, heheh... wanna see where this goes...

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[Sleepiness has made Jamie uncharacteristically gentle, but he's just firm enough in his response to edge his thumb inside. It's tighter, slickened though it has been by his previous work.

Encouraged, he eases his thumb in, little by little, to the first joint, and replicates a sigh.] Your body is always so welcoming, Jamie, even if you are not. [He snuggles closer still, nudging up into his chin.]