[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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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.]