[Zenyatta could probably bruise him good with fists like that. Not that Dell would mind if he got demanding. All honestly, with the sounds he got out of the omnic already? He's happy to oblige whatever Zenyatta wanted.

He glances up puts Zenyatta puts his hand on his. A moment passes, and his smile goes lopsided.]

Ah, yeah. This here's the Gunslinger. My grandfather designed it, long time ago... I just put it together. With a few upgrades here and there.

[Not that this was exactly the time or place to be bragging about tech or talking about your grandpa.

With Zenyatta's hand on his, Engineer fully curls his metal fingers around the shaft and strokes down. Then up. He gets a rhythm going, slow and steady for now.

A moment passes. Then, Dell leans forward and decides to bring his mouth into things after all. With the flat of his tongue, he licks a few long stripes up Zenyatta's cock, taking a few passes to get him just slick enough. The taste of silicone on his tongue was odd - but not unwelcome either.

Humming in between, he finally lines up a single finger to the entrance of Zenyatta's entrance - and pushes in.

Multi-tasking might be a challenge, here, but Dell's sure as hell willing to try it.]