[Though Zenyatta laughs the sound is shaky and fragmented and repeats upon itself like a record skipping, and it only worsens as Engineer's fingers find an actual rhythm with which to beckon him, effortlessly, towards his end- that delicious, curling warmth that builds within and leaves him trembling, hips bucking ever so slightly in search of more-
Like, for instance, a hot tongue striping the length of his sex, already dripping with the vague, flavourless taste of him. Zenyatta gasps, only to be betrayed by his own popping vocaliser as the sensation rips through his spine.]
D-Dell-!
[His hands clamp down on Dell's shoulders with force enough to hurt, but he knows that won't stop him, not by the way he bobs up and down. But it's only when he pulls back that Zenyatta cries out in soft, helpless frustration, ruined all over again by that cheeky finger.]
I did not think you would be such a tease!
[One foot slides from the edge of the bench, beyond his control. On the edge of his optical range he spots Dell's human hand and shudders.]
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Like, for instance, a hot tongue striping the length of his sex, already dripping with the vague, flavourless taste of him. Zenyatta gasps, only to be betrayed by his own popping vocaliser as the sensation rips through his spine.]
D-Dell-!
[His hands clamp down on Dell's shoulders with force enough to hurt, but he knows that won't stop him, not by the way he bobs up and down. But it's only when he pulls back that Zenyatta cries out in soft, helpless frustration, ruined all over again by that cheeky finger.]
I did not think you would be such a tease!
[One foot slides from the edge of the bench, beyond his control. On the edge of his optical range he spots Dell's human hand and shudders.]
I want to h-help you...