[And Zenyatta knows it is pure self-indulgence, to feel himself all but purring when he knows their trust should transcend shallow physical attraction, but he is, and that hand on his thigh is no great aid in the matter. He answers without thinking, voice almost distant and wondering.]
I have always thought you beautiful. Surely I must have told you...
[It is difficult to be sure. So much passes unspoken between them that perhaps he has simply taken it for granted that Genji would know.
Their brows are touching, yes, but all of a sudden it is simply not enough. Already the thick length of his tail is winding its way around Genji's waist, curling intimately against his lower belly so that the tip licks delicate strokes across the skin-mesh there. If he pulled just a little more, Zenyatta thinks, if Genji submitted to that gentle pressure, he could ease him into his lap or perhaps...]
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I have always thought you beautiful. Surely I must have told you...
[It is difficult to be sure. So much passes unspoken between them that perhaps he has simply taken it for granted that Genji would know.
Their brows are touching, yes, but all of a sudden it is simply not enough. Already the thick length of his tail is winding its way around Genji's waist, curling intimately against his lower belly so that the tip licks delicate strokes across the skin-mesh there. If he pulled just a little more, Zenyatta thinks, if Genji submitted to that gentle pressure, he could ease him into his lap or perhaps...]