[Dell seems a little lost for words, at least to begin with, which Zenyatta reminds himself is a fair and reasonable response, even if it does have his fans gently kicking up a little for a moment or two. Even Hanzo's considerable attentions had not been quite so- well, intent, though of course the motivations are decidedly different.
Breathe. He recollects himself, calm and even and unflustered.]
I am not sure it knows entirely how to cope with the experi- [and then there's one broad finger precisely where it should be, and Zenyatta's synth hiccups with the sudden shocking input, careful but more potent for its unexpectedness, he is bold. When Dell spreads him there is no disguising the strands of lubricant that stretch between his folds, pooling on the bench, though Zenyatta makes a game attempt at misdirection as he answers.]
F-fine. It is fine. [Which is neither an answer nor entirely truthful, because it feels rather wonderful, though that does not matter. His insides pulse guiltily.] He was very kind and considerate- far moreso than he n-needed to be.
[A soft, distracted sigh.]
I can see how one might mistake it for love all too clearly.
Between the hiccup and the lubricant now on his workbench, Engineer freezes. His hands remain where they are, if only for the fact he's internally panicking. This was a bad idea. It doesn't help that - speaking of not seeing a vagina in a long time - seeing the way Zenyatta drips out stirs... a little bit of excitement in him. Which makes him panic all the more because god dammit he told himself he wouldn't make this weird.
The misdirection... kind of works, though. Just a little. Engineer swallows, feeling himself go red. If he says he's fine, well... maybe they could continue, just for the sake of getting this part over with.]
Good, that's... good. Always want that, for the first time. I'm gonna need to... open you up just a little more, just to look.
[It's worth the heads-up, Engie figures. He opens Zenyatta wider, not to the point of overstretching, but enough that he can get a better look at everything. While he still has absolutely no experience doing this clinically, he at least knows human anatomy well enough to judge things.
Plus, he's been up-close-and-personal with certain kinds of anatomy for, you know, non-clinical reasons.]
Welp. I'm goin' by human anatomy here, but nothin' looks damaged or torn from here. So far so good.
[As for the "love" thing... he glances up.]
Mm. [Muttered in that gravely sort of way his voice got when he talked low.] Happened to me a couple times when I was younger. If it helps... usually, talkin' helps. Whether you want something to be love or... not. But communication is a thing with just about any relationship between anyone, with or without sex.
[Which is... about the time he's going to hate himself for having cartoon-sized fingers, because he shifts and accidentally brushes up against the inner part of Zenyatta's folds. Oops.]
[Zenyatta does not need to see Engineer still, nor his expression, nor the colour rising from his neck, to know that this is probably not going the way either of them hoped it would.
At least he takes the cue to continue, even prolonging their small talk- and Zenyatta would never have guessed that his sex life would ever constitute that. With that warning in place he can at least prepare himself for more of those thick, prodding fingers to pry him open- that strange, satisfying stretch that exposes, momentarily, the twitching silicone within that fights against Dell's touch to clench around something, anything-
That's quite enough of that.]
Thank you- for both your investigation, and your advice. I have much to learn still.
[He sounds almost normal. At least, that is, until another minute shift has his fingers grinding right against his node, jolting him straight back to attention. Shakily, he laughs, and tries to pretend that the way the movement ripples through his body and against Dell's knuckle all over again has nothing whatsoever to do with pleasure. It is good to keep things light, obviously, it will take the edge off.
... though perhaps not that edge, at this rate.]
Is this what you had in mind, Engineer, when I made my request? I feel I must apologise on my designer's behalf for their distinct lack of c-creativity.
[Also, a sneaky thought adds, for making such a mess of Dell's gloves...]
[Look, in retrospect, asking someone about their sex life while you're probing their parts is weird.
Especially when he realizes what he just did. He might not know omnics, but he knows exactly what that shudder against his knuckle mean. He jerks up.]
What? I--no! I didn't... I didn't KNOW you were gonna ask me to--
[He's stammering. He's not exactly sure what Zenyatta means when asks what he "had in mind," but he's already panicking again.
... And if Zenyatta's talking about what he thinks he's talking about, there's no point in pretending anymore either. He groans, frustrated, and brings his hands away, pressing one to the back of his head (his gloves weren't exactly clean anymore). He sighs, trying to calm himself down.]
Look, I'm - I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you... [You know what "turn on" means, Dell, just say it.] I just assumed you could... turn it off, or somethin'.
[Turn off your turn-on. Sure, Dell.
Especially because... well. Speaking of being turned on, there's a lot of him that wants ask if Zenyatta wants to... keep going. Because, as he's fast realizing, he would VERY much like that.]
[... oH NO. That is not what Zenyatta had-- he was making light of his anatomy, and of the way in which his human designers had inevitably fallen back on human anatomy. Not that it was... not that he...
While Dell stammers away Zenyatta says nothing. Finally, as those hands withdraw- leaving a long, tealish strand of lubricant between them before it thins and snaps- he constructs a tasteful apology for putting him in such a compromising position.
Then he steams through every last vent on his shoulders and back and forgets it almost instantly.]
Yes, I-- I suppose I could, if... one moment.
[Zenyatta can count the number of times in which he has felt this flustered on one hand. Which is possibly why, as he hurries through the appropriate commands to disengage his receptors, he stumbles- and releases his cock instead in a single fluid schlick, all sleek, subtly ridged silicone.]
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Dell wished he could read the expression on that face plate. But he could feel what was on his fingers and he could definitely hear those vents going. Then he finally says something, and the mercenary almost relaxes. Almost, because -
[Engie's eyes nearly bug out of his head. There's a long, stupid silence. Of staring. At the penis.
Then, all of a sudden, he just busts out laughing.
It's a wheezy, all-tension-released at once kind of guffaw, not laughing at Zenyatta himself, but just this stupid, STUPID situation. For all the high-pitched nerves tinged at the end of his laughter, it feels good to laugh, and he bows down with his head in the back of his hand.]
Jesus CHRIST.
[Give him a minute. The last of his laughing sputters in wheezy, high-pitched sounds, and he takes a minute to collect himself. Finally, he lifts his head up, unable to hide the stupid grin on his face as he wipes a tear.]
Okay, okay. We...
[Believe it or not, he feels a little better. Still... awkward, but he can actually goddamn address this.]
Look, you want some help with that?
[He brings a hand up and makes the world's most subtle jerk-off motion.]
[The silence is deafening. Zenyatta shivers, feeling, for one of only a handful of moments in his life, painfully exposed and immodest before someone he has perhaps somewhat previously considered a friend. Which is, of course, the fault of no one but himself for demonstrating such a careless lack of self-control, even in the heat of the moment. Then-
Well. So much for silence.
Dell laughs and laughs, and all nine of his jieba flare a brilliant blue in startled embarrassment. But the sound is not an unkind one, rough and real- and before Zenyatta knows what is happening he finds he is laughing, too, curling in on himself and kicking one foot in helpless, semi-hysterical amusement.
Eventually, the laughter dies off. He's still half-bent at the waist, as if he had ribs to hurt from it, but he unfurls as the Engineer speaks a complete sentence.]
Some help...? [Oh. That. Zenyatta chuckles, apologetic but calmer now.] I could not possibly ask you to do that unless you wanted to. My body has already imposed itself upon you enough, surely?
[It's a good, probably much-needed laugh for the both of them. And watching Zenyatta laugh back is actually... really cute. Engineer grins, his smile a lot easier now, as he leans forward from where he's sitting.]
I want to.
[His tone was more lighthearted now, though the way his voice dropped gave away a little bit of lust.]
Besides, I, uh... well. I wasn't thinking about THIS when I said it, exactly, but I still want to know about your body. You ain't imposing on me, Zenyatta.
[How "curious about your body" turned into "I would like to give you a handjob," he doesn't know, but everything between his legs is already pretty damn excited at the idea of it.
So Engineer rolls forward, slowly slipping off his gloves as he looks between both parts of Zenyatta's anatomy. He resists the urge to lick his lips, figuring it a little much, but there's an obvious interest now, no longer held back. With his "real" hand, now bare, he reaches out and brushes his fingers featherlight against his folds again.
He'll wait until Zenyatta gives him the green light before he goes any further, just in case, but for now, he'll tease.]
[For his part Zenyatta's serenity has slipped to reveal what is more obviously comfort than before, the perfect, symmetrical frame of his legs lapsing into a softer splay without modesty or self-consciousness. Dell wants him.
That knowledge alone is enough to put him at ease, all the moreso as it is made plain just how mutual the experience will be for the both of them. There's a hunger in his voice now that puts a shiver in Zenyatta's spine, gleaming through the lilting warmth that cloaks it like steel beneath skin. He does not look- he is not sure he would be able to see from his position anyway- but he thinks for a moment he can feel the man's excitement with a vivid physicality, overcome by the thought of what it might look like against him, feel him...
He opens his legs to Dell's roving eyes, and is rewarded with a surprisingly delicate touch from such big hands. Already he's gasping softly, thighs twitching.]
[With the overalls on, Engineer's "physicality" is covered up by thick denim, but they can worry about that later. Now, Zenyatta's opening his legs, gasping, twitching. It has Engineer's shivering too, and he chuckles quickly as he opens those folds again between two fingers.
This time, he lets himself feel that slick lubrication under his fingers, thumb coming up to rub a gentle swipe at the clit. The two fingers rub against the folds until they come up at Zenyatta's entrance. He rubs up against it, but doesn't slip in yet.
Meanwhile, Engineer's grin turns a little mischievous as the Gunslinger hand slips up to Zenyatta's cock. Metal fingers stroke up, thumb swiping at the head. The merc hums lustily at the feeling of both in his hands. This was definitely new.]
So. Seein' as we got choices, here... you prefer one or the other?
[He leans forward, a little closer. Close enough he could bring his tongue into this, if he wants to. But not yet.]
[Dell is teasing him, and it takes all of Zenyatta's focus to keep from beating those thick shoulders with his fists and whine like some spoiled creature. Because he is being spoiled and they both know it, cunt throbbing palpably against the man's fingers- organic or otherwise. Until now he had not given much thought to the mechanical hand Dell sported, but there is something strangely, primally perfect about feeling metal fingers, however crude, working their way up his cock.]
Oh...
[His sigh is positively lewd. What he would like to do is demand the Engineer fill him as quickly as possible, potentially while keeping Gunslinger exactly where it is, only faster and harder, or he would throw his legs over his wrists and do it for him. With great effort, he does not.]
I-I have no special preference. Though your hand- this hand- [He closes his own more delicate fingers across Dell's robot hand, trying to curve his fingers around the shaft, and if his hips should happen to buck towards it then so be it.] - is most intriguing...
[It reminds him of his brothers and sisters in the early days of the Shambali, when they felt like fledgelings straight from the nest- when they'd stolen touches here and there, warm and affectionate and curious about the uses of their own bodies.]
[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.]
[That smile would be positively infectious were Zenyatta able to imitate it. Given his limitations, the best he can do is Engineer's Gunslinger, his fingers so curiously refined next to those thick, dark digits. For a moment he is almost disappointed that they are not the ones penetrating him, transfixed as he is suddenly by the idea of being spread wide on their fat, blunt tips-
But it is so very difficult to concentrate such a fleeting thought when he is being squeezed and carressed so expertly, his hips lifting off of the table to chase the contact on the upstroke and whining softly on the down, every coloured band and node brilliantly lit beneath Dell's hand.]
It is wonderful... [he's breathing the words, not speaking them] Almost nostal--gic!
[His voice lifts to a coo as, quite beneath his notice, something hot and wet finds the shaft of his cock and licks from root to tip until it's put a shiver in his spine and a chirp in his synth. Little wonder the finger that slides home not a moment later meets so little resistance; his body is an inferno.]
Y-you are spoiling me, Dell [stuttering, like a record] C-C-Conagher!
[Engineer would have asked why it was nostalgic, but - poor Zenyatta's pretty occupied now. He chuckles low and quiet, feeling the omnic's response go straight to his dick.]
We're gettin' full names out, huh? I must be doin' something right.
[The mercenary's finger goes halfway inside, then back out. Then he starts a rhythm, taking in Zenyatta a little deeper each time. Unfortunately, multi-tasking like this is a little give-and-take, and he brings his Gunslinger hand away from Zenyatta's cock.
Much more fortunately, he replaces it with his mouth. He bends down at laps messily at Zenyatta from clit to cock. The taste, as weird as it was, has him groaning quietly. His tongue reaches the top and Dell finally takes the cock into his mouth, going down as much as he can for his first pass, still tonguing the underside.
A few slow bobs up and down later, he groans again as he comes back up with a wet pop.]
Hmh. If your cock tastes this good, darlin'... I oughta find out what the rest of you's like.
[The single digit inside Zenyatta curls to make his point, and his Gunslinger hand reaches down palm himself through his overalls with a heavy sigh.
Come to think of it, it's been a long, LONG time since he's given oral to anyone with a vagina.]
[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.]
[The way Zenyatta's voice shakes, fragments, and pops is something Engineer's only ever heard from dying or malfunctioning robots on a battlefield - not exactly an appropriate comparison. The merc was almost afraid it would take him out of the moment, make him think back to things that Zenyatta would definitely not care of, but in all honesty?
It just makes him throb more, and he thinks about taking his pants off already and ramming into Zenyatta already, his cock against silicone and metal and... jesus, that got him going more than he realized.
Not that he wasn't just as into it. Especially not with the reaction he was getting out of Zenyatta, even with the obvious force against his shoulder. It hurts, but he's relishing in it.]
Heh.
[That, Zenyatta's reactions are... honestly kind of cute. And cheeky, especially when he catches Engie rubbing himself. He groans quietly.]
I don't mind takin' care of you first. [It's not like there won't be plenty of room to please each other. Especiallly if Zenyatta lets Engineer screw his robot brains out.] But...
[Now he switches off, removing his finger and bringing his lubricant-soaked hand up to Zenyatta's cock. This time, Engineer bends down lower licks a flat stripe down his folds.]
... You tell me how you wanna go about this any time, darlin'. I'll do whatever ya like.
[As much as he wants to fuck him too - he's happy to just give the omnic attention.]
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absolutely it's perfect
Breathe. He recollects himself, calm and even and unflustered.]
I am not sure it knows entirely how to cope with the experi- [and then there's one broad finger precisely where it should be, and Zenyatta's synth hiccups with the sudden shocking input, careful but more potent for its unexpectedness, he is bold. When Dell spreads him there is no disguising the strands of lubricant that stretch between his folds, pooling on the bench, though Zenyatta makes a game attempt at misdirection as he answers.]
F-fine. It is fine. [Which is neither an answer nor entirely truthful, because it feels rather wonderful, though that does not matter. His insides pulse guiltily.] He was very kind and considerate- far moreso than he n-needed to be.
[A soft, distracted sigh.]
I can see how one might mistake it for love all too clearly.
excellent
Between the hiccup and the lubricant now on his workbench, Engineer freezes. His hands remain where they are, if only for the fact he's internally panicking. This was a bad idea. It doesn't help that - speaking of not seeing a vagina in a long time - seeing the way Zenyatta drips out stirs... a little bit of excitement in him. Which makes him panic all the more because god dammit he told himself he wouldn't make this weird.
The misdirection... kind of works, though. Just a little. Engineer swallows, feeling himself go red. If he says he's fine, well... maybe they could continue, just for the sake of getting this part over with.]
Good, that's... good. Always want that, for the first time. I'm gonna need to... open you up just a little more, just to look.
[It's worth the heads-up, Engie figures. He opens Zenyatta wider, not to the point of overstretching, but enough that he can get a better look at everything. While he still has absolutely no experience doing this clinically, he at least knows human anatomy well enough to judge things.
Plus, he's been up-close-and-personal with certain kinds of anatomy for, you know, non-clinical reasons.]
Welp. I'm goin' by human anatomy here, but nothin' looks damaged or torn from here. So far so good.
[As for the "love" thing... he glances up.]
Mm. [Muttered in that gravely sort of way his voice got when he talked low.] Happened to me a couple times when I was younger. If it helps... usually, talkin' helps. Whether you want something to be love or... not. But communication is a thing with just about any relationship between anyone, with or without sex.
[Which is... about the time he's going to hate himself for having cartoon-sized fingers, because he shifts and accidentally brushes up against the inner part of Zenyatta's folds. Oops.]
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At least he takes the cue to continue, even prolonging their small talk- and Zenyatta would never have guessed that his sex life would ever constitute that. With that warning in place he can at least prepare himself for more of those thick, prodding fingers to pry him open- that strange, satisfying stretch that exposes, momentarily, the twitching silicone within that fights against Dell's touch to clench around something, anything-
That's quite enough of that.]
Thank you- for both your investigation, and your advice. I have much to learn still.
[He sounds almost normal. At least, that is, until another minute shift has his fingers grinding right against his node, jolting him straight back to attention. Shakily, he laughs, and tries to pretend that the way the movement ripples through his body and against Dell's knuckle all over again has nothing whatsoever to do with pleasure. It is good to keep things light, obviously, it will take the edge off.
... though perhaps not that edge, at this rate.]
Is this what you had in mind, Engineer, when I made my request? I feel I must apologise on my designer's behalf for their distinct lack of c-creativity.
[Also, a sneaky thought adds, for making such a mess of Dell's gloves...]
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Especially when he realizes what he just did. He might not know omnics, but he knows exactly what that shudder against his knuckle mean. He jerks up.]
What? I--no! I didn't... I didn't KNOW you were gonna ask me to--
[He's stammering. He's not exactly sure what Zenyatta means when asks what he "had in mind," but he's already panicking again.
... And if Zenyatta's talking about what he thinks he's talking about, there's no point in pretending anymore either. He groans, frustrated, and brings his hands away, pressing one to the back of his head (his gloves weren't exactly clean anymore). He sighs, trying to calm himself down.]
Look, I'm - I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you... [You know what "turn on" means, Dell, just say it.] I just assumed you could... turn it off, or somethin'.
[Turn off your turn-on. Sure, Dell.
Especially because... well. Speaking of being turned on, there's a lot of him that wants ask if Zenyatta wants to... keep going. Because, as he's fast realizing, he would VERY much like that.]
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While Dell stammers away Zenyatta says nothing. Finally, as those hands withdraw- leaving a long, tealish strand of lubricant between them before it thins and snaps- he constructs a tasteful apology for putting him in such a compromising position.
Then he steams through every last vent on his shoulders and back and forgets it almost instantly.]
Yes, I-- I suppose I could, if... one moment.
[Zenyatta can count the number of times in which he has felt this flustered on one hand. Which is possibly why, as he hurries through the appropriate commands to disengage his receptors, he stumbles- and releases his cock instead in a single fluid schlick, all sleek, subtly ridged silicone.]
... oh.
QUICK TAGBACK because I had this in my head
Dell wished he could read the expression on that face plate. But he could feel what was on his fingers and he could definitely hear those vents going. Then he finally says something, and the mercenary almost relaxes. Almost, because -
That's a penis.]
Oh.
[Engie's eyes nearly bug out of his head. There's a long, stupid silence. Of staring. At the penis.
Then, all of a sudden, he just busts out laughing.
It's a wheezy, all-tension-released at once kind of guffaw, not laughing at Zenyatta himself, but just this stupid, STUPID situation. For all the high-pitched nerves tinged at the end of his laughter, it feels good to laugh, and he bows down with his head in the back of his hand.]
Jesus CHRIST.
[Give him a minute. The last of his laughing sputters in wheezy, high-pitched sounds, and he takes a minute to collect himself. Finally, he lifts his head up, unable to hide the stupid grin on his face as he wipes a tear.]
Okay, okay. We...
[Believe it or not, he feels a little better. Still... awkward, but he can actually goddamn address this.]
Look, you want some help with that?
[He brings a hand up and makes the world's most subtle jerk-off motion.]
i love he
Well. So much for silence.
Dell laughs and laughs, and all nine of his jieba flare a brilliant blue in startled embarrassment. But the sound is not an unkind one, rough and real- and before Zenyatta knows what is happening he finds he is laughing, too, curling in on himself and kicking one foot in helpless, semi-hysterical amusement.
Eventually, the laughter dies off. He's still half-bent at the waist, as if he had ribs to hurt from it, but he unfurls as the Engineer speaks a complete sentence.]
Some help...? [Oh. That. Zenyatta chuckles, apologetic but calmer now.] I could not possibly ask you to do that unless you wanted to. My body has already imposed itself upon you enough, surely?
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I want to.
[His tone was more lighthearted now, though the way his voice dropped gave away a little bit of lust.]
Besides, I, uh... well. I wasn't thinking about THIS when I said it, exactly, but I still want to know about your body. You ain't imposing on me, Zenyatta.
[How "curious about your body" turned into "I would like to give you a handjob," he doesn't know, but everything between his legs is already pretty damn excited at the idea of it.
So Engineer rolls forward, slowly slipping off his gloves as he looks between both parts of Zenyatta's anatomy. He resists the urge to lick his lips, figuring it a little much, but there's an obvious interest now, no longer held back. With his "real" hand, now bare, he reaches out and brushes his fingers featherlight against his folds again.
He'll wait until Zenyatta gives him the green light before he goes any further, just in case, but for now, he'll tease.]
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That knowledge alone is enough to put him at ease, all the moreso as it is made plain just how mutual the experience will be for the both of them. There's a hunger in his voice now that puts a shiver in Zenyatta's spine, gleaming through the lilting warmth that cloaks it like steel beneath skin. He does not look- he is not sure he would be able to see from his position anyway- but he thinks for a moment he can feel the man's excitement with a vivid physicality, overcome by the thought of what it might look like against him, feel him...
He opens his legs to Dell's roving eyes, and is rewarded with a surprisingly delicate touch from such big hands. Already he's gasping softly, thighs twitching.]
Please.
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This time, he lets himself feel that slick lubrication under his fingers, thumb coming up to rub a gentle swipe at the clit. The two fingers rub against the folds until they come up at Zenyatta's entrance. He rubs up against it, but doesn't slip in yet.
Meanwhile, Engineer's grin turns a little mischievous as the Gunslinger hand slips up to Zenyatta's cock. Metal fingers stroke up, thumb swiping at the head. The merc hums lustily at the feeling of both in his hands. This was definitely new.]
So. Seein' as we got choices, here... you prefer one or the other?
[He leans forward, a little closer. Close enough he could bring his tongue into this, if he wants to. But not yet.]
I can multitask.
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Oh...
[His sigh is positively lewd. What he would like to do is demand the Engineer fill him as quickly as possible, potentially while keeping Gunslinger exactly where it is, only faster and harder, or he would throw his legs over his wrists and do it for him. With great effort, he does not.]
I-I have no special preference. Though your hand- this hand- [He closes his own more delicate fingers across Dell's robot hand, trying to curve his fingers around the shaft, and if his hips should happen to buck towards it then so be it.] - is most intriguing...
[It reminds him of his brothers and sisters in the early days of the Shambali, when they felt like fledgelings straight from the nest- when they'd stolen touches here and there, warm and affectionate and curious about the uses of their own bodies.]
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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.]
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But it is so very difficult to concentrate such a fleeting thought when he is being squeezed and carressed so expertly, his hips lifting off of the table to chase the contact on the upstroke and whining softly on the down, every coloured band and node brilliantly lit beneath Dell's hand.]
It is wonderful... [he's breathing the words, not speaking them] Almost nostal--gic!
[His voice lifts to a coo as, quite beneath his notice, something hot and wet finds the shaft of his cock and licks from root to tip until it's put a shiver in his spine and a chirp in his synth. Little wonder the finger that slides home not a moment later meets so little resistance; his body is an inferno.]
Y-you are spoiling me, Dell [stuttering, like a record] C-C-Conagher!
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We're gettin' full names out, huh? I must be doin' something right.
[The mercenary's finger goes halfway inside, then back out. Then he starts a rhythm, taking in Zenyatta a little deeper each time. Unfortunately, multi-tasking like this is a little give-and-take, and he brings his Gunslinger hand away from Zenyatta's cock.
Much more fortunately, he replaces it with his mouth. He bends down at laps messily at Zenyatta from clit to cock. The taste, as weird as it was, has him groaning quietly. His tongue reaches the top and Dell finally takes the cock into his mouth, going down as much as he can for his first pass, still tonguing the underside.
A few slow bobs up and down later, he groans again as he comes back up with a wet pop.]
Hmh. If your cock tastes this good, darlin'... I oughta find out what the rest of you's like.
[The single digit inside Zenyatta curls to make his point, and his Gunslinger hand reaches down palm himself through his overalls with a heavy sigh.
Come to think of it, it's been a long, LONG time since he's given oral to anyone with a vagina.]
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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...
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It just makes him throb more, and he thinks about taking his pants off already and ramming into Zenyatta already, his cock against silicone and metal and... jesus, that got him going more than he realized.
Not that he wasn't just as into it. Especially not with the reaction he was getting out of Zenyatta, even with the obvious force against his shoulder. It hurts, but he's relishing in it.]
Heh.
[That, Zenyatta's reactions are... honestly kind of cute. And cheeky, especially when he catches Engie rubbing himself. He groans quietly.]
I don't mind takin' care of you first. [It's not like there won't be plenty of room to please each other. Especiallly if Zenyatta lets Engineer screw his robot brains out.] But...
[Now he switches off, removing his finger and bringing his lubricant-soaked hand up to Zenyatta's cock. This time, Engineer bends down lower licks a flat stripe down his folds.]
... You tell me how you wanna go about this any time, darlin'. I'll do whatever ya like.
[As much as he wants to fuck him too - he's happy to just give the omnic attention.]