Genji’s chin is lying in Gabriel’s hand; the only thing holding him up. His dark eyes are rolled up to watch his Commander’s face, their iris only a faint, glittering red.

He looks adoring; like he is not quite in this plane of existence; and when Gabriel reaches behind him with his other big hand, playing at some vital cables tucked into the nape of his neck, Genji’s eyes nearly roll up into his head.

“What a good boy you are,” Gabriel murmurs, shifting his knees apart, planting his elbow on his thigh to have a better grip on Genji’s jaw; cradling it until he is nearly holding his throat as well.

The cyborg is dropping more of his weight onto him; letting him carry all of it while Gabriel’s fingers slowly twist the thick cable within the socket. He could cause tremendous, crippling damange if he were to pull it out now, yet Genji almost goes cross-eyed with pleasure, gurgling vaguely behind his mask. He looks close to overloading and Gabriel hasn’t played with him for more than half an hour.

“You love it when Daddy takes his time with you, hm?” he murmurs, voice low and calm, twisting a bit more sudden; a bit more harsh at the cable.

Genji twitches as if in shock, eyes tearing up.

Angela has not yet modeled him a cock, but he is still capable of orgasms.

“Maybe we should wait for your brother… have him lick your little nodes until you overload…”

He lets go of the thick cables in Genji’s neck and slides around, pressing at the release mechanisms of his mask to pull it away. Genji is damn near drooling and snotty, mouth gaping softly as he enjoys the session, scarred, muscular body lax between Gabriel’s bracketing thighs.

“But you were such a good little boy for daddy,” he coos, hand going back to playing with Genji’s vital mechanisms after putting the mask to the side; “Such a good boy killing all those bad guys… You’re daddy’s pretty weapon, aren’t you?”

Genji is groaning low and drawn out. He nods – but only to turn his head and rub his face into Gabriel’s hand. Gabriel holds him; lets him wipe his wet mouth against the ball of his thumb.

He reaches towars the delicate little vents along his ribcage and blocks them with the pad of his thumb for small seconds; pressing down and releasing just as quickly because Genji doesn’t need much like this; just someone to play with his body; to croon at him low and soothing, even if it were just nonsense words.

Maybe he would go through the backlogs later – though Gabriel doubted it much.

He jerks with every little blockade of his vents, his mechanical whine gaining in desperation; urgency.

“You wanna come before your brother comes? He can make love to you later…”

Genji grunts, body slowly going taut; electricity practically crackling around him as his body primes itself for an orgasm.

“Yeah… good boy. Come for daddy. I’m so proud of you…”