[Of course he does not understand. The very thought of an omnic with any kind of reproductive impulse, much less one that involves eggs, is utterly ridiculous, and yet it is so painfully, demonstrably true that Zenyatta cannot stand it. Almost literally, even. As Hanzo nuzzles up against him a sudden, sick heat sweeps through him and leaves his receptors scrambling, tingling already in the tips of his fingers, his groin...

He almost sobs when Hanzo agrees, though the part of his processor still capable of cool-headed comprehension reminds him that Hanzo does not seem to fully grasp what it is he is agreeing to.]

You do not have to agree for my sake, Hanzo. I do not want to h- [urt you, he wants to finish, but the words silence themselves at those hands, expertly pulling him loose. Cool air kisses hot silicone, and something he has yet to fully identify as flesh.

Weakly, Zenyatta laughs.]

How else do you suppose I will fill you up, dearheart?

[Later, he will realise with fondness and terror that Genji must live here, that they must have reconciled in at least some fashion- and that he could all too easily have been caught like this by his most precious student. But that hardly matters now. By the time he has been led to safety he is leaking copiously, lubricant between his legs while his cock wets the front of his pants.]

I understand if you have- changed your mind. [Even if it pains him to say so.]