[Unfortunately for Genji those ears are one of the most wonderfully distracting parts of his new form, soft and white and leaving his every emotion so very much in evidence. What he would like to do is pet them, Zenyatta decides dreamily: first the swansdown velvet exterior, letting his fingertips feel the beat of his student's heart through the delicate skin, then down to the base for a gentle scratch.
(Some darker, more possessive voice urges him to wrap it around his cock and stroke the two of them to his own climax. He, with difficult, silences it.)
It becomes no easier to resist, though, when Genji shifts. The proximity is at once claustrophobic and intoxicating, but he realises very quickly that he would not want it any other way.]
Nor I, my student. [His own sigh is softer, though it must reverberate through Genji's body as he nestles in closer; before he can help himself he is unfurling his mudra in favour of lacing their fingers together on his knee, stroking the back of Genji's palm.] Perhaps it would be better if we- granted each other some space, during this time of the month.
[ there's a part of genji that would like nothing more than to remain like this - letting the thrum of his master's body soothe him, his hand against genji's with their fingers laced together.
another part of him tells him he could just as easily take, crawl into his masters lap and pull at the fabric there until he finds what he would prefer to sate the cravings he has.
but he pushes that aside. at least until zenyatta's sent shifts, making genji's ears perk up again, taught. without hearing zenyatta say it, he's aware of what it would be a 'shame' to do.
it is not just his new moonblessing that drives him, however, when he raises his head. ]
Would it?
[ he squeezes zenyatta's hand gently. ]
This place changes us, and sometimes our desires. But I can say that it is... something I had considered before even coming here.
[Even the smallest of Genji's motions feel dangerously personal, as if they were moving against one another rather than simply next to him, and it is liable to set his imagination racing all over again if he is not careful- but as he trains his attention onto Genji's face once more it becomes clear that reality will provide more than enough intellectual stimulation.
The warm, dark glow of his eyes is, as always, arresting. It takes the electric shock of Genji's touch to bring him back, and only then does he truly process what he's been told.]
You had... considered... [He sounds-- well, he sounds precisely the way he feels, as if Genji had abruptly begun to speak in a code in which he is only halfway fluent.] Are you quite certain?
[It could be Genji's heat. It could be the moons, or his own heady pheromones, too potent for even an enhanced respiratory system to truly filter out. His body need not listen to sense, already onlining with soft, needy little pulses, but his will must.]
[ genji leans into his own minx-like nature, letting his hand shift to rest on his master's thigh, leaning closer to lean his forehead against the bright lights of zenyatta's. ]
I have. Even before we were here, I had wondered, but it seemed more important to keep things chaste. I know things are different here.
[ he asks genji to not tease him, and genji chuckles softly, raising his other hand to rest over the warm metal of his chest. ]
I know I have been free with my affections but I would not tease you if I did not truly mean to offer, Zenyatta.
[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...]
[ genji, ever the minx that he is, chuckles when zenyatta wonders if he had ever told him. ]
I know you appreciate the human form, master, but your eyes have lingered on me far longer than normal.
[ or at least, he imagines they have, and so he's confident in his deductions. genji hardly needs the urging of zenyatta's tail around his waist. once he is sure that the monk will not rebuff his affections out of some misplaced chastity, he moves forward to sit in zenyatta's lap, legs on either side of his hips as he slides his hands up, one along the metal of his shoulder to cup his 'cheek', the other over the top of that fabric that sits between the two of them. ]
[The surprise in Zenyatta's voice makes it sound like a minor revelation, as if beneath the gentle modulations his body does not burn with unashamed need with it- with the thought that he has not only been looking, but that Genji has caught his gaze and thrown it back to him with a vengeance.
Genji moves with all the liquid grace expected of a shinobi, even encumbered by his own heat, and it is suddenly the most natural thing in the world to insinuate their bodies together.
Zenyatta falters. Centres himself, reaches into the peace within for guidance- and finds it.]
I had not realised how long I have been waiting for this...
[Breathless. How is it that, without lungs, he can sound breathless? But he does, and husky, too, as the hesitation bleeds away from his movements into adoring urgency instead. Once his student has settled into position astride him Zenyatta follows with his hands, covering one hand above with the first, and below... below, the second curves his fingers around Genji's and guides them to the waistband of his trousers, his sash, his belt.
The third and fourth hands may come as a surprise. But it feels so wonderfully right to place them on Genji's hip and chest even so, in search of every patch of warm skin and sensitive mesh their hardlight fingers can reach.]
[ genji has, at his core, been someone who enjoys flirting, even with friends. it is something he muted during his time of recovery, but here, it has come out in full force.
and yet he cannot deny it is different with zenyatta. he had wondered, back home - but his sparrow's heart was taken with another, and so he never explored the idea. here, there are no such restrictions. it's easy to fall back into old habits - habits that are sure to leave someone with a broken heart at some point.
he leans his head against zenyatta's forehead, feeling the warm thrum of metal against his skin, eyes falling closed. he can feel the sensation of the third and fourth hands, hardlight against skin, and it makes him suck in a soft breath, a murmur of zenyatta's name.
at this point, the need is becoming overriding, and the hand that's guided to his sash moves to tug it off, away - to get to those parts of his master he has not had a chance to thoroughly observe, sliding his hand between fabric and metal to see what he can find, opening his eyes. ]
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(Some darker, more possessive voice urges him to wrap it around his cock and stroke the two of them to his own climax. He, with difficult, silences it.)
It becomes no easier to resist, though, when Genji shifts. The proximity is at once claustrophobic and intoxicating, but he realises very quickly that he would not want it any other way.]
Nor I, my student. [His own sigh is softer, though it must reverberate through Genji's body as he nestles in closer; before he can help himself he is unfurling his mudra in favour of lacing their fingers together on his knee, stroking the back of Genji's palm.] Perhaps it would be better if we- granted each other some space, during this time of the month.
[He sounds wholly unconvinced.]
... it would be a shame...
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another part of him tells him he could just as easily take, crawl into his masters lap and pull at the fabric there until he finds what he would prefer to sate the cravings he has.
but he pushes that aside. at least until zenyatta's sent shifts, making genji's ears perk up again, taught. without hearing zenyatta say it, he's aware of what it would be a 'shame' to do.
it is not just his new moonblessing that drives him, however, when he raises his head. ]
Would it?
[ he squeezes zenyatta's hand gently. ]
This place changes us, and sometimes our desires. But I can say that it is... something I had considered before even coming here.
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The warm, dark glow of his eyes is, as always, arresting. It takes the electric shock of Genji's touch to bring him back, and only then does he truly process what he's been told.]
You had... considered... [He sounds-- well, he sounds precisely the way he feels, as if Genji had abruptly begun to speak in a code in which he is only halfway fluent.] Are you quite certain?
[It could be Genji's heat. It could be the moons, or his own heady pheromones, too potent for even an enhanced respiratory system to truly filter out. His body need not listen to sense, already onlining with soft, needy little pulses, but his will must.]
Please do not tease me.
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I have. Even before we were here, I had wondered, but it seemed more important to keep things chaste. I know things are different here.
[ he asks genji to not tease him, and genji chuckles softly, raising his other hand to rest over the warm metal of his chest. ]
I know I have been free with my affections but I would not tease you if I did not truly mean to offer, Zenyatta.
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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...]
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I know you appreciate the human form, master, but your eyes have lingered on me far longer than normal.
[ or at least, he imagines they have, and so he's confident in his deductions. genji hardly needs the urging of zenyatta's tail around his waist. once he is sure that the monk will not rebuff his affections out of some misplaced chastity, he moves forward to sit in zenyatta's lap, legs on either side of his hips as he slides his hands up, one along the metal of his shoulder to cup his 'cheek', the other over the top of that fabric that sits between the two of them. ]
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[The surprise in Zenyatta's voice makes it sound like a minor revelation, as if beneath the gentle modulations his body does not burn with unashamed need with it- with the thought that he has not only been looking, but that Genji has caught his gaze and thrown it back to him with a vengeance.
Genji moves with all the liquid grace expected of a shinobi, even encumbered by his own heat, and it is suddenly the most natural thing in the world to insinuate their bodies together.
Zenyatta falters. Centres himself, reaches into the peace within for guidance- and finds it.]
I had not realised how long I have been waiting for this...
[Breathless. How is it that, without lungs, he can sound breathless? But he does, and husky, too, as the hesitation bleeds away from his movements into adoring urgency instead. Once his student has settled into position astride him Zenyatta follows with his hands, covering one hand above with the first, and below... below, the second curves his fingers around Genji's and guides them to the waistband of his trousers, his sash, his belt.
The third and fourth hands may come as a surprise. But it feels so wonderfully right to place them on Genji's hip and chest even so, in search of every patch of warm skin and sensitive mesh their hardlight fingers can reach.]
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and yet he cannot deny it is different with zenyatta. he had wondered, back home - but his sparrow's heart was taken with another, and so he never explored the idea. here, there are no such restrictions. it's easy to fall back into old habits - habits that are sure to leave someone with a broken heart at some point.
he leans his head against zenyatta's forehead, feeling the warm thrum of metal against his skin, eyes falling closed. he can feel the sensation of the third and fourth hands, hardlight against skin, and it makes him suck in a soft breath, a murmur of zenyatta's name.
at this point, the need is becoming overriding, and the hand that's guided to his sash moves to tug it off, away - to get to those parts of his master he has not had a chance to thoroughly observe, sliding his hand between fabric and metal to see what he can find, opening his eyes. ]