[Contact, real, irrefutable contact: the sensors in his faceplate register warm skin and softness and heat flares through his entire body until he is a supernova of unfulfilled potentiality.
Ravish you, Hanzo says, and Zenyatta sighs with the force of one with air to truly expel.]
Hanzo...
[The objection is audibly half-hearted. It would feel so good to fall, he thinks dreamily. The weightlessness. Hanzo could lift him bodily if he tried. Zenyatta does not know when they moved but his arms have wound themselves around Hanzo's shoulders, holding. One hand grips the back of his haori; the other reaches for the new-fallen white of his hair and tangles in it, seeking to graze the warmth of his scalp and then those new twitching ears with the velvet pads of his new fingers.]
You speak of ravishing me, and yet... you are so lovely. I did not realise you could be this gentle.
[If Hanzo cannot romance him, Zenyatta decides, he will teach him first.]
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Ravish you, Hanzo says, and Zenyatta sighs with the force of one with air to truly expel.]
Hanzo...
[The objection is audibly half-hearted. It would feel so good to fall, he thinks dreamily. The weightlessness. Hanzo could lift him bodily if he tried. Zenyatta does not know when they moved but his arms have wound themselves around Hanzo's shoulders, holding. One hand grips the back of his haori; the other reaches for the new-fallen white of his hair and tangles in it, seeking to graze the warmth of his scalp and then those new twitching ears with the velvet pads of his new fingers.]
You speak of ravishing me, and yet... you are so lovely. I did not realise you could be this gentle.
[If Hanzo cannot romance him, Zenyatta decides, he will teach him first.]