[Zenyatta does not need to see Engineer still, nor his expression, nor the colour rising from his neck, to know that this is probably not going the way either of them hoped it would.

At least he takes the cue to continue, even prolonging their small talk- and Zenyatta would never have guessed that his sex life would ever constitute that. With that warning in place he can at least prepare himself for more of those thick, prodding fingers to pry him open- that strange, satisfying stretch that exposes, momentarily, the twitching silicone within that fights against Dell's touch to clench around something, anything-

That's quite enough of that.]

Thank you- for both your investigation, and your advice. I have much to learn still.

[He sounds almost normal. At least, that is, until another minute shift has his fingers grinding right against his node, jolting him straight back to attention. Shakily, he laughs, and tries to pretend that the way the movement ripples through his body and against Dell's knuckle all over again has nothing whatsoever to do with pleasure. It is good to keep things light, obviously, it will take the edge off.

... though perhaps not that edge, at this rate.]

Is this what you had in mind, Engineer, when I made my request? I feel I must apologise on my designer's behalf for their distinct lack of c-creativity.

[Also, a sneaky thought adds, for making such a mess of Dell's gloves...]