[... oH NO. That is not what Zenyatta had-- he was making light of his anatomy, and of the way in which his human designers had inevitably fallen back on human anatomy. Not that it was... not that he...
While Dell stammers away Zenyatta says nothing. Finally, as those hands withdraw- leaving a long, tealish strand of lubricant between them before it thins and snaps- he constructs a tasteful apology for putting him in such a compromising position.
Then he steams through every last vent on his shoulders and back and forgets it almost instantly.]
Yes, I-- I suppose I could, if... one moment.
[Zenyatta can count the number of times in which he has felt this flustered on one hand. Which is possibly why, as he hurries through the appropriate commands to disengage his receptors, he stumbles- and releases his cock instead in a single fluid schlick, all sleek, subtly ridged silicone.]
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While Dell stammers away Zenyatta says nothing. Finally, as those hands withdraw- leaving a long, tealish strand of lubricant between them before it thins and snaps- he constructs a tasteful apology for putting him in such a compromising position.
Then he steams through every last vent on his shoulders and back and forgets it almost instantly.]
Yes, I-- I suppose I could, if... one moment.
[Zenyatta can count the number of times in which he has felt this flustered on one hand. Which is possibly why, as he hurries through the appropriate commands to disengage his receptors, he stumbles- and releases his cock instead in a single fluid schlick, all sleek, subtly ridged silicone.]
... oh.