[Every muscle in Hanzo's body fights the release; he feels his shoulders bulge, sees the beads of sweat appear along his brow like diamonds, the way each bone in his hands stands in sharp relief from his knuckles as he grips. And Zenyatta would feel like a monster for causing him such discomfort were it not for the sudden, blinding satisfaction that rolls through his entire body as the egg finally releases and settles deep in his lover's guts, as if someone were petting him from head to tail.
For a few moments it is all he can do to keep himself from collapsing onto Hanzo, systems purring in their ceaseless activity. Then Hanzo's voice reaches him through the fog, and he gives a soft sigh.]
I am not sure... ah, I can feel it... [Against the tip of his ovipositor, he means, when he nudges his hips blindly forward. Before he can help it he is releasing a hard-light arm, which immediately outstretches one golden hand to cup Hanzo's cheek and stroke down his neck.] How wonderful...! Hanzo, you are perfect.
[But instinct tells him that they are not yet finished, and after a moment his body backs it up. The pressure returns, that stretch within him-] A-are you ready?
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For a few moments it is all he can do to keep himself from collapsing onto Hanzo, systems purring in their ceaseless activity. Then Hanzo's voice reaches him through the fog, and he gives a soft sigh.]
I am not sure... ah, I can feel it... [Against the tip of his ovipositor, he means, when he nudges his hips blindly forward. Before he can help it he is releasing a hard-light arm, which immediately outstretches one golden hand to cup Hanzo's cheek and stroke down his neck.] How wonderful...! Hanzo, you are perfect.
[But instinct tells him that they are not yet finished, and after a moment his body backs it up. The pressure returns, that stretch within him-] A-are you ready?