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Date: 2017-01-08 04:50 pm (UTC)
tekhartha: (ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱʟɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡɪʟᴅʟʏ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱʟɪᴘ)
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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.]

Date: 2017-01-08 05:53 pm (UTC)
tekhartha: (ᴀ ᴄᴀɴᴏᴘʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴇᴇꜱ)
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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.]

Date: 2017-01-09 05:56 pm (UTC)
tekhartha: (ᴊᴀɪ ɢᴜʀᴜ ᴅᴇᴠᴀ ᴏᴍ)
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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.]

Date: 2017-01-09 06:20 pm (UTC)
tekhartha: (ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇꜱᴛ)
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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...

Date: 2017-01-09 06:44 pm (UTC)
tekhartha: (ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴅʟʏ)
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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.]

Date: 2017-01-10 03:43 pm (UTC)
tekhartha: (ᴅʀɪꜰᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴍɪɴᴅ)
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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.

Date: 2017-01-10 08:37 pm (UTC)
tekhartha: (ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ)
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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.]

Date: 2017-01-11 08:34 pm (UTC)
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[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.]

Date: 2017-01-11 09:24 pm (UTC)
tekhartha: (ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ)
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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.]

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