[That is where you are wrong, Zenyatta thinks, more sober in the revelation than he wishes to be, and that is why I could truly hurt you. It would be so very easy for them to tumble into one another's arms as if they were the only lovers left in the world- but there was Genji, there was the spectre of Hanzo's guilt and unhappiness, there were his own naive expectations, growing with each uncounter. There could perhaps be nothing more dangerous than falling head first into passion.
But he does not rise to the challenge. Instead, he takes one long moment to enjoy the contact, chroma surging through him in the way he has always imagined blood might feel in veins, before shifting his hands to Hanzo's shoulders instead.
And it is still so tempting to give in to what Zenyatta is already recognising as sweet-talk dressed as reason; when he laughs it's at his own fallibility as much as the attempt.]
No. My experiences are limited to a few stolen embraces in my earlier years. [Maybe he's teasing a little there, trying to implant a couple of scenarios in Hanzo's mind: Zenyatta and another monk, locked together in a quiet corner.
If that weren't obvious enough, he doubles down with a playful little cock of the head, voice lilting:] If you are trying to seduce me, Hanzo, you must work harder. Logic is hardly the most romantic of inspirations- and I must confess, I would rather be romanced than ravished.
[He is playing with fire. But whether it's the moonlight or not, he simply cannot resist.]
[He can't picture it at all. Not because he sees Zenyatta as unappealing or difficult to connect to. In fact it was quite the opposite. It has a lot more to do with the fact that he pictures himself with the omnic whenever he does try. Not that any of the things that pop up in his head are feasible, but it doesn't stop him from thinking about them.
For example he's sure Zenyatta doesn't have lips, but he thinks about kissing them more times than he can count with any amount of digits to keep count on. And now that it's on his mind he does exactly that, kissing wherever his lips catch naturally on the front of Zenyatta's "face."]
I am afraid I do not have any experience with romance. [Hanzo confesses, a soft laugh following, but he's not going to give up so easily. He's sure he'd stand a better chance in his more natural state, but he may not be this bold without sanguis' blessing.]
It is a pity. I would be delighted to be the first to ravish you thoroughly.
[Contact, real, irrefutable contact: the sensors in his faceplate register warm skin and softness and heat flares through his entire body until he is a supernova of unfulfilled potentiality.
Ravish you, Hanzo says, and Zenyatta sighs with the force of one with air to truly expel.]
Hanzo...
[The objection is audibly half-hearted. It would feel so good to fall, he thinks dreamily. The weightlessness. Hanzo could lift him bodily if he tried. Zenyatta does not know when they moved but his arms have wound themselves around Hanzo's shoulders, holding. One hand grips the back of his haori; the other reaches for the new-fallen white of his hair and tangles in it, seeking to graze the warmth of his scalp and then those new twitching ears with the velvet pads of his new fingers.]
You speak of ravishing me, and yet... you are so lovely. I did not realise you could be this gentle.
[If Hanzo cannot romance him, Zenyatta decides, he will teach him first.]
[Since his expression is unreadable for obvious reasons, he has nothing to go by but the tone of his voice and his body language. Hearing Zenyatta say his name is exciting in a way he hasn't felt in a very long time.
There are hands around his shoulders keeping him close even when he's put a bit of space between their faces. He doesn't have the incentive or the will to tear himself any further away from the monk than this. There's a nagging sensibility in the back of his mind reminding him of how wrong this might be to do with a monk--and worse, Genji's master. Yet his face flushes like he is the innocent one of the two of them.]
You may be the only one who has ever considered me lovely.
[He's close to scoffing at the compliment as his hands move to touch Zenyatta's ears. They're unjustifiably cute.]
I suppose if you do not know much about me other than my greatest mistake, it could be surprising. [Hanzo's teasing him, and the sharp teeth in his mouth peek out when he smiles.] It also helps that you smell like you want me.
[And it is petty of him, he knows but, but Hanzo- proud, masculine Hanzo, crowding him until he can scarcely focus on anything more than his body and their closeness and the heat- blushes, and triumph rings through Zenyatta like the sweetest of bells. When he speaks he sounds positively scathing, but he has already been given an excuse to double down.
The scarlet of his jieba burns low and intimate, a light for only the two of them.]
Impossible. You are wickedly handsome, and elegant, and your eyes are as sweet and dark as any hare's.
[Though he stands before him now as the predator rather than the prey, and when his fingers find Zenyatta's ears he feels their claws skim metal and makes a soft, sighing sound. Thinking of them elsewhere: his neck, in his wires.
He smiles, and Zenyatta sees danger in it, and hears it in his voice. But he does not run.]
Have I given myself away already? [In spite of himself he is excited, wondering if Hanzo can truly scent his arousal, like any bitch in heat. Nonetheless, he continues almost at a sing-song, even as his tail draws around them both, curling against Hanzo's waist.] You must not mistake physical attraction for desire, Hanzo...
[He's not one to soak up flattery like this, but coming from Zenyatta it brings a blush to his cheeks that he's not entirely aware of. Elegant he's heard before, handsome as well. So it doesn't make sense to him why he's responding to those words this way.]
I am sorry, I..you smell very good.
[And yes, that does give him away. In a sense. Perhaps not the same sense they're each thinking, but it's quite revealing and the reason why he's not afraid to press further to see what Zenyatta will allow. He's a monk, yes, but he's also incredibly tempting. When that tail curls around him his grin is broad and his intentions are not so pure--not that they had been earlier.]
Is that what you think it is? [Just to prove his point (it's a bad plan), he nudges Zenyatta gently at first, then reluctantly pushes him away to see how he responds to space between them. He's honestly not sure how this will go, and it may very well backfire.]
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But he does not rise to the challenge. Instead, he takes one long moment to enjoy the contact, chroma surging through him in the way he has always imagined blood might feel in veins, before shifting his hands to Hanzo's shoulders instead.
And it is still so tempting to give in to what Zenyatta is already recognising as sweet-talk dressed as reason; when he laughs it's at his own fallibility as much as the attempt.]
No. My experiences are limited to a few stolen embraces in my earlier years. [Maybe he's teasing a little there, trying to implant a couple of scenarios in Hanzo's mind: Zenyatta and another monk, locked together in a quiet corner.
If that weren't obvious enough, he doubles down with a playful little cock of the head, voice lilting:] If you are trying to seduce me, Hanzo, you must work harder. Logic is hardly the most romantic of inspirations- and I must confess, I would rather be romanced than ravished.
[He is playing with fire. But whether it's the moonlight or not, he simply cannot resist.]
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For example he's sure Zenyatta doesn't have lips, but he thinks about kissing them more times than he can count with any amount of digits to keep count on. And now that it's on his mind he does exactly that, kissing wherever his lips catch naturally on the front of Zenyatta's "face."]
I am afraid I do not have any experience with romance. [Hanzo confesses, a soft laugh following, but he's not going to give up so easily. He's sure he'd stand a better chance in his more natural state, but he may not be this bold without sanguis' blessing.]
It is a pity. I would be delighted to be the first to ravish you thoroughly.
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Ravish you, Hanzo says, and Zenyatta sighs with the force of one with air to truly expel.]
Hanzo...
[The objection is audibly half-hearted. It would feel so good to fall, he thinks dreamily. The weightlessness. Hanzo could lift him bodily if he tried. Zenyatta does not know when they moved but his arms have wound themselves around Hanzo's shoulders, holding. One hand grips the back of his haori; the other reaches for the new-fallen white of his hair and tangles in it, seeking to graze the warmth of his scalp and then those new twitching ears with the velvet pads of his new fingers.]
You speak of ravishing me, and yet... you are so lovely. I did not realise you could be this gentle.
[If Hanzo cannot romance him, Zenyatta decides, he will teach him first.]
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There are hands around his shoulders keeping him close even when he's put a bit of space between their faces. He doesn't have the incentive or the will to tear himself any further away from the monk than this. There's a nagging sensibility in the back of his mind reminding him of how wrong this might be to do with a monk--and worse, Genji's master. Yet his face flushes like he is the innocent one of the two of them.]
You may be the only one who has ever considered me lovely.
[He's close to scoffing at the compliment as his hands move to touch Zenyatta's ears. They're unjustifiably cute.]
I suppose if you do not know much about me other than my greatest mistake, it could be surprising. [Hanzo's teasing him, and the sharp teeth in his mouth peek out when he smiles.] It also helps that you smell like you want me.
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The scarlet of his jieba burns low and intimate, a light for only the two of them.]
Impossible. You are wickedly handsome, and elegant, and your eyes are as sweet and dark as any hare's.
[Though he stands before him now as the predator rather than the prey, and when his fingers find Zenyatta's ears he feels their claws skim metal and makes a soft, sighing sound. Thinking of them elsewhere: his neck, in his wires.
He smiles, and Zenyatta sees danger in it, and hears it in his voice. But he does not run.]
Have I given myself away already? [In spite of himself he is excited, wondering if Hanzo can truly scent his arousal, like any bitch in heat. Nonetheless, he continues almost at a sing-song, even as his tail draws around them both, curling against Hanzo's waist.] You must not mistake physical attraction for desire, Hanzo...
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I am sorry, I..you smell very good.
[And yes, that does give him away. In a sense. Perhaps not the same sense they're each thinking, but it's quite revealing and the reason why he's not afraid to press further to see what Zenyatta will allow. He's a monk, yes, but he's also incredibly tempting. When that tail curls around him his grin is broad and his intentions are not so pure--not that they had been earlier.]
Is that what you think it is? [Just to prove his point (it's a bad plan), he nudges Zenyatta gently at first, then reluctantly pushes him away to see how he responds to space between them. He's honestly not sure how this will go, and it may very well backfire.]