[For his part Zenyatta's serenity has slipped to reveal what is more obviously comfort than before, the perfect, symmetrical frame of his legs lapsing into a softer splay without modesty or self-consciousness. Dell wants him.
That knowledge alone is enough to put him at ease, all the moreso as it is made plain just how mutual the experience will be for the both of them. There's a hunger in his voice now that puts a shiver in Zenyatta's spine, gleaming through the lilting warmth that cloaks it like steel beneath skin. He does not look- he is not sure he would be able to see from his position anyway- but he thinks for a moment he can feel the man's excitement with a vivid physicality, overcome by the thought of what it might look like against him, feel him...
He opens his legs to Dell's roving eyes, and is rewarded with a surprisingly delicate touch from such big hands. Already he's gasping softly, thighs twitching.]
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That knowledge alone is enough to put him at ease, all the moreso as it is made plain just how mutual the experience will be for the both of them. There's a hunger in his voice now that puts a shiver in Zenyatta's spine, gleaming through the lilting warmth that cloaks it like steel beneath skin. He does not look- he is not sure he would be able to see from his position anyway- but he thinks for a moment he can feel the man's excitement with a vivid physicality, overcome by the thought of what it might look like against him, feel him...
He opens his legs to Dell's roving eyes, and is rewarded with a surprisingly delicate touch from such big hands. Already he's gasping softly, thighs twitching.]
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