another preview of the comp I’m doing with @cyberrat, this time from the ge/nyatta piece.
“You’ve started taking clients yourself, haven’t you.”
His processors speed, internal temperature rising.
“Always wondered how’d you look in the staff uniform, Zen.” Genji murmurs absently. “Bet it suits you.”
The lights of his array alternate, then flare in unison. There’s steel in Genji’s eyes, a flash of chartreuse as an atmospheric shift pings his sensors.
Zenyatta stands, more stilted than his normal, steady movements, and turns to face the closet behind his desk. He unclasps the first button of his dress shirt before Genji closes the distance between them. Hot, stifling pressure shivers along his spinal wires seconds before they touch.
Hands larger than his own wrap around his body, gently urging his fingers away from the next button, and Zenyatta lets his arms fall to his sides.
Here‘s my girl shaming me by showing how verbose she is
Using chartreuse and everything. I dont even know what it means
I‘m just over here clenching my fist and being like ‚he had a dick. Like… like a really huge cock‘
Cyberrat Writes 