[ 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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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. ]