[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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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.]