[Despite the great effort it takes to relax himself enough to accommodate the appendage, it is still very much a struggle to hold the ovipositor inside him, but with all the slick discharge from the new organ Hanzo manages to shift a bit to allow Zenyatta to slip deeper inside him. Eventually it's not so much of a struggle.
At least until the egg comes. It's...a lot more than he was anticipating and he's unable to keep himself from being vocal about it. He groans through gritted teeth, gripping at handfuls of fabric from the sheets beneath them. He silences himself down to a pant once the widest part of the egg has passed, but there is an additional heavy feeling of fullness that lingers with the egg inside him.]
[Every muscle in Hanzo's body fights the release; he feels his shoulders bulge, sees the beads of sweat appear along his brow like diamonds, the way each bone in his hands stands in sharp relief from his knuckles as he grips. And Zenyatta would feel like a monster for causing him such discomfort were it not for the sudden, blinding satisfaction that rolls through his entire body as the egg finally releases and settles deep in his lover's guts, as if someone were petting him from head to tail.
For a few moments it is all he can do to keep himself from collapsing onto Hanzo, systems purring in their ceaseless activity. Then Hanzo's voice reaches him through the fog, and he gives a soft sigh.]
I am not sure... ah, I can feel it... [Against the tip of his ovipositor, he means, when he nudges his hips blindly forward. Before he can help it he is releasing a hard-light arm, which immediately outstretches one golden hand to cup Hanzo's cheek and stroke down his neck.] How wonderful...! Hanzo, you are perfect.
[But instinct tells him that they are not yet finished, and after a moment his body backs it up. The pressure returns, that stretch within him-] A-are you ready?
[Hanzo holds up rather well. And despite the discomfort there's an overwhelming amount of pleasure and satisfaction that comes with knowing what he's just accomplished.
The forward motion of Zenyatta's hips nudging at the egg already deposited inside him causes him to let out something of a whimper, though it's quickly cut out as he realizes he's making a sound he's never made before. His insides, at least, feel well lubricated after the first egg and all the slick substance leaking from Zenyatta's ovipositor. Perhaps the next one would be less difficult to take.
The monk's praise gives a confidence boost of its own.]
Mn. Y-yes. I think I can manage another.
[It's just a guess at this point, but he thinks he can hold another egg. Any more than that, though, he's unsure about.]
[Beneath him Hanzo makes a helpless, animal sound, and Zenyatta feels his body quake as the beast in him rises to answer in the only way it knows how: with hard grunt-fucking thrusts and a possessive growl, though the latter slips from his synth before he can properly contain it.
Of course, just as he feels he has pulled himself together Hanzo speaks, and that's enough to unravel that careful focus all over again. The growl tapers into a whine, which he promptly buries into the crook of Hanzo's neck.]
H-Hanzo, you must not say such things! You will ruin me! And then...
[And then he slides home all over again, grinding, stuffing Hanzo with as much as he can take over and over, until finally he feels that wonderful, dangerous pressure moving along the length of his ovipositor.]
[Hanzo loses his composure almost immediately as Zenyatta drops his restraint to fuck him properly, and after that he simply gets lost in the feeling of being stuffed full of his lover. The egg inside him already produces additional pressure to his prostate and he comes with another helpless whimper. The mess they are making is now partially his own along with all of the slickness Zenyatta's ovipositor has been dripping.
His fists clench harder on the sheets as his insides have the same response to the anatomy the monk has inside him until the movements slow and he's trying to catch his breath.
The strain is incredibly exhausting but Hanzo has the stamina and drive for more, and before he can ask for it Zenyatta delivers. It takes a moment but Hanzo is hard all over again, yet still just as close as he has been to orgasm before. This time it takes focus to keep himself from it as his body moves in response to the monk's movements into him, groaning and keeping eye contact with Zenyatta's faceplate.]
[Thick seed paints sticky white across Zenyatta's midsection, between struts and across plating, and with it the strange, tantalising scent of life and chesnut blossom and Hanzo himself, holding him tight and perfect inside of him, so welcoming-- but it's the sound that sets him over that edge; his voice joins Hanzo's and his phallus gives a final frame-shaking pulse where it slides against the man's belly and mats the hair there with lubricant in turn.
His body shakes and twitches over Hanzo, his jieba flash haphazardly with the sheer effort of keeping himself here in the moment and not crashing into a final overload. Yet that primal hunger within him still wants and wants through the rapture.
And when it lifts even fractionally he sees it in Hanzo's face, too: beneath the glassiness of his eyes and the sweat on his brow and the saliva on his lip, he wants it just as badly. Ruin me.
Zenyatta needs no further encouragement. One steady pump of the hips becomes another, and another, and suddenly they're moving on their own in quick, hard thrusts that burn through him like wildfire as Hanzo's channel suckles him back to the hilt, no less eager to take him as deep as possible for the sheer, brute impact each and every time.
It's wonderful and it's terrible and somewhere in the back of his mind Zenyatta knows he might truly hurt him. But that tell-tale pressure between his legs obliterates his conscience in a single blinding second, and all of a sudden all he can think of is encouraging the final egg as deep and safe as he can force it.
White-hot pleasure ejects it from his ovipositor and into that snug little space; if Hanzo climaxes again Zenyatta logs it only in the rawest and most mechanical sense as his overclocked systems finally crash into the blissful silence of a reload. His body, at least, has the courtesy to slump sideways rather than fall with his full (albeit negligible) weight onto Hanzo.]
[Hanzo can't even fathom how it must feel for Zenyatta to have his systems overloaded like this, but he's going through his own version of that. Once, and then all over again with each time the monk overstimulates all the right parts of his insides.
He can feel his cock continuously dripping and leaking either semen or precum from both ejaculation and arousal back to back. Hanzo's almost sure the normal human body is not meant to do such things. Toward the tail end of it all he's a mess. His arousal is wet and spent as well as all of that excess slickness from Zenyatta's ovipositor making his pubic hair lie flat against his skin and leaving the insides of his thighs and ass slick as well.
The archer barely finds the strength to move, but manages to hook an arm around Zenyatta to keep him close as he catches his breath and pleads for his body to calm down.]
[Zenyatta's world reduces to heat and humidity and pleasure and the faintest scent of ozone as his processor stutters towards clarity, the strange oversensitivity of his ovipositor sliding free with a slick, wet sound, almost too much for his body to bear- only for Hanzo's arm to reach for him through the fog.
Slowly, he returns.]
Hanzo... [One, two, three: his body twitches, pulses, but it has nothing left to give, and suddenly enough of his memory has been released for something so simple as thinking once more.
Stay, Hanzo says, and such a tide of warmth and adoration and sheer, blind, stupid love rises within him that it momentarily stuns him.]
Of course. [hoarse, as if he has been singing all night, and perhaps in a sense he has, though that does not keep the passion from his voice] Always.
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At least until the egg comes. It's...a lot more than he was anticipating and he's unable to keep himself from being vocal about it. He groans through gritted teeth, gripping at handfuls of fabric from the sheets beneath them. He silences himself down to a pant once the widest part of the egg has passed, but there is an additional heavy feeling of fullness that lingers with the egg inside him.]
H-how many more?
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For a few moments it is all he can do to keep himself from collapsing onto Hanzo, systems purring in their ceaseless activity. Then Hanzo's voice reaches him through the fog, and he gives a soft sigh.]
I am not sure... ah, I can feel it... [Against the tip of his ovipositor, he means, when he nudges his hips blindly forward. Before he can help it he is releasing a hard-light arm, which immediately outstretches one golden hand to cup Hanzo's cheek and stroke down his neck.] How wonderful...! Hanzo, you are perfect.
[But instinct tells him that they are not yet finished, and after a moment his body backs it up. The pressure returns, that stretch within him-] A-are you ready?
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The forward motion of Zenyatta's hips nudging at the egg already deposited inside him causes him to let out something of a whimper, though it's quickly cut out as he realizes he's making a sound he's never made before. His insides, at least, feel well lubricated after the first egg and all the slick substance leaking from Zenyatta's ovipositor. Perhaps the next one would be less difficult to take.
The monk's praise gives a confidence boost of its own.]
Mn. Y-yes. I think I can manage another.
[It's just a guess at this point, but he thinks he can hold another egg. Any more than that, though, he's unsure about.]
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Of course, just as he feels he has pulled himself together Hanzo speaks, and that's enough to unravel that careful focus all over again. The growl tapers into a whine, which he promptly buries into the crook of Hanzo's neck.]
H-Hanzo, you must not say such things! You will ruin me! And then...
[And then he slides home all over again, grinding, stuffing Hanzo with as much as he can take over and over, until finally he feels that wonderful, dangerous pressure moving along the length of his ovipositor.]
... I-I could ruin you...
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His fists clench harder on the sheets as his insides have the same response to the anatomy the monk has inside him until the movements slow and he's trying to catch his breath.
The strain is incredibly exhausting but Hanzo has the stamina and drive for more, and before he can ask for it Zenyatta delivers. It takes a moment but Hanzo is hard all over again, yet still just as close as he has been to orgasm before. This time it takes focus to keep himself from it as his body moves in response to the monk's movements into him, groaning and keeping eye contact with Zenyatta's faceplate.]
Ruin me, then.
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His body shakes and twitches over Hanzo, his jieba flash haphazardly with the sheer effort of keeping himself here in the moment and not crashing into a final overload. Yet that primal hunger within him still wants and wants through the rapture.
And when it lifts even fractionally he sees it in Hanzo's face, too: beneath the glassiness of his eyes and the sweat on his brow and the saliva on his lip, he wants it just as badly. Ruin me.
Zenyatta needs no further encouragement. One steady pump of the hips becomes another, and another, and suddenly they're moving on their own in quick, hard thrusts that burn through him like wildfire as Hanzo's channel suckles him back to the hilt, no less eager to take him as deep as possible for the sheer, brute impact each and every time.
It's wonderful and it's terrible and somewhere in the back of his mind Zenyatta knows he might truly hurt him. But that tell-tale pressure between his legs obliterates his conscience in a single blinding second, and all of a sudden all he can think of is encouraging the final egg as deep and safe as he can force it.
White-hot pleasure ejects it from his ovipositor and into that snug little space; if Hanzo climaxes again Zenyatta logs it only in the rawest and most mechanical sense as his overclocked systems finally crash into the blissful silence of a reload. His body, at least, has the courtesy to slump sideways rather than fall with his full (albeit negligible) weight onto Hanzo.]
we can call this whenever :B I am satisfied lol
He can feel his cock continuously dripping and leaking either semen or precum from both ejaculation and arousal back to back. Hanzo's almost sure the normal human body is not meant to do such things. Toward the tail end of it all he's a mess. His arousal is wet and spent as well as all of that excess slickness from Zenyatta's ovipositor making his pubic hair lie flat against his skin and leaving the insides of his thighs and ass slick as well.
The archer barely finds the strength to move, but manages to hook an arm around Zenyatta to keep him close as he catches his breath and pleads for his body to calm down.]
Stay with me.
ayyy we done
Slowly, he returns.]
Hanzo... [One, two, three: his body twitches, pulses, but it has nothing left to give, and suddenly enough of his memory has been released for something so simple as thinking once more.
Stay, Hanzo says, and such a tide of warmth and adoration and sheer, blind, stupid love rises within him that it momentarily stuns him.]
Of course. [hoarse, as if he has been singing all night, and perhaps in a sense he has, though that does not keep the passion from his voice] Always.