[The hand at his back is tantalising, so close to that scarlet lifeline where it rises like a shiver through his spine, the warmth of it... one sharp, strong tug and she could cut power to any number of his primary functions. Yet while there is a small thrill to be had there, more than anything else Zenyatta is overcome by just how deeply he trusts her touch.
A perfect vessel, some small, dark new voice in him whispers, a perfect carrier, and he does what he can to filter it out of his thoughts, because it is Angela he is thinking of, she is so much more--
But it is also so much more difficult now that she is in his arms. Those gentle, clever hands seem to be everywhere at once, exploring his body with naked fascination and leaving him trembling all the more through his rut. At least he has the presence of mind to marvel at the thought that this is the first time they have come so wonderfully close. Another reason- he gasps as delicate fingers tease their way up his folds and settle against his clit, knees buckling- to treasure every second.
A moment later, she has brought him to his knees.]
O-oh- [Angela's hands are a delicate channel for him to slide between, his hips moving of their own accord in a stilted roll towards her that has pleasure rippling straight through his core, as if she is milking him--
Eloquence abandons him.] N-not here. Inside of you. Please.
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A perfect vessel, some small, dark new voice in him whispers, a perfect carrier, and he does what he can to filter it out of his thoughts, because it is Angela he is thinking of, she is so much more--
But it is also so much more difficult now that she is in his arms. Those gentle, clever hands seem to be everywhere at once, exploring his body with naked fascination and leaving him trembling all the more through his rut. At least he has the presence of mind to marvel at the thought that this is the first time they have come so wonderfully close. Another reason- he gasps as delicate fingers tease their way up his folds and settle against his clit, knees buckling- to treasure every second.
A moment later, she has brought him to his knees.]
O-oh- [Angela's hands are a delicate channel for him to slide between, his hips moving of their own accord in a stilted roll towards her that has pleasure rippling straight through his core, as if she is milking him--
Eloquence abandons him.] N-not here. Inside of you. Please.