[And it is petty of him, he knows but, but Hanzo- proud, masculine Hanzo, crowding him until he can scarcely focus on anything more than his body and their closeness and the heat- blushes, and triumph rings through Zenyatta like the sweetest of bells. When he speaks he sounds positively scathing, but he has already been given an excuse to double down.
The scarlet of his jieba burns low and intimate, a light for only the two of them.]
Impossible. You are wickedly handsome, and elegant, and your eyes are as sweet and dark as any hare's.
[Though he stands before him now as the predator rather than the prey, and when his fingers find Zenyatta's ears he feels their claws skim metal and makes a soft, sighing sound. Thinking of them elsewhere: his neck, in his wires.
He smiles, and Zenyatta sees danger in it, and hears it in his voice. But he does not run.]
Have I given myself away already? [In spite of himself he is excited, wondering if Hanzo can truly scent his arousal, like any bitch in heat. Nonetheless, he continues almost at a sing-song, even as his tail draws around them both, curling against Hanzo's waist.] You must not mistake physical attraction for desire, Hanzo...
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The scarlet of his jieba burns low and intimate, a light for only the two of them.]
Impossible. You are wickedly handsome, and elegant, and your eyes are as sweet and dark as any hare's.
[Though he stands before him now as the predator rather than the prey, and when his fingers find Zenyatta's ears he feels their claws skim metal and makes a soft, sighing sound. Thinking of them elsewhere: his neck, in his wires.
He smiles, and Zenyatta sees danger in it, and hears it in his voice. But he does not run.]
Have I given myself away already? [In spite of himself he is excited, wondering if Hanzo can truly scent his arousal, like any bitch in heat. Nonetheless, he continues almost at a sing-song, even as his tail draws around them both, curling against Hanzo's waist.] You must not mistake physical attraction for desire, Hanzo...