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I was so...?

[He's not sure what Genji means there. But really, ninja boy? No idea that the robot who can talk his way through anything would be so smooth?]

You? Being obvious?

[Okay, he's teasing a bit now, gently placing his hand on Genji's hip as he pulls the other closer. It would be nice, he thinks, to feel the warmth of Genji's metal against his own.]

Do submarine swim?

Smooth. My younger self could have taken lessons from you.

[ Though, saying as much, his face reddens a little. Especially with Zenyatta still so close. ]

I don't know if I'd call what they do swimming. [ A teasing comment back as he wrapped his arms around his master's shoulders to hold him close, turning his head to rest it on the omnic's shoulder. ]

... I also feel like I should thank you for ... caring about me... someone who was filled with so much anger and hate for himself. I would not have thought this would be my future.

Smooth...?

[ Not like, metal smooth, right? Because yes, he's always been smooth, that's not new... Oh, wait, slang meaning. ]

Ah, I was only saying how I feel.

[ Which happens to be smooth as fuck, and he's learning to appreciate the slight tint of red on Genji's expression, now... Although it seems even despite the embarrassment the cyborg seems to have, he still has plenty in him to tease back. ]

Cheeky.

[ Zenyatta replies playfully, and moves his hand that was by Genji's face to stroke the back of his head when the other leans into him. Although it's covered in metal and armor at this point, and the other might not be able to feel this, he'll at least be able to sense the gentle pressure. ]

Genji, you are deserving of love. Of kindness. Being cared for. These are not things you must thank me for doing, when I do so of my own choice and will.

I am glad to have helped you find your own happiness. And, perhaps... a little selfishly... glad that you have allowed me to share in that happiness.

[ When he says it like that, it sounds even more charming. ]

If I didn't show some cheek, you'd think I was too awed to be able to talk back from time to time, right? [ A light tease, but it's true, too, right? He cares a lot about what Zenyatta says and listens to him well, but perhaps, not so well that he'd not-not listen. ]

You're the one who helped me find myself a new home, and a better way of living. I may not feel as much of an outcast here... no, there's nothing else that I can add to that, is there?

So, you can be as selfish as you want, and I'll try to be that way a little too without feeling any guilt.

Yes, I suppose so. In which case, I do certainly prefer the cheek. It is a side of you I find no less captivating.

[ After all. He may believe in peace and tranquility, and the balance between chaos and order... Which is precisely why it is perfectly fine and normal to be a little silly now and then. ]

As selfish as I want?

[He asks, with a note of curiosity.]

Are you quite sure about that?

[ Captivating?

There is the soft sound of his vents helping to cool him down. His master may say that he just says what he wishes to say, but to hear it spoken so easily about him, Genji cannot help but feel captivated just by that. ]

I'm quite sure about that, Zenyatta. [ He may have stumbled a little over the name. May have whispered it just a little. ] It isn't to make up for the selfish behavior that I've shown in the past but rather... I want to say ... that you always give yourself to others and so I want to be the one to spoil you some, too.

I see. If... spoiling me is what you wish, then...

[ Some of that smoothness fades away for a moment, and Zenyatta distractedly looks off to the side. There is something he'd like to ask for, but the creeping feeling of being selfish continues. He knows that now, of all times, would be the best to ask for this, and yet he hesitates. It takes him a few more moments to build up the nerves to ask. ]

This will sound ridiculous...

...But would you be opposed to giving me my first kiss?

[ He knows, an omnic with no lips asking for a kiss. It's utterly stupid sounding. ]

Your first?

[ That should not surprise him as much as it does. Omnics are not necessarily trusted in their world, and they had only been separate from each other for a month. Yet he cannot think that no one was enchanted and amazed by his master. If he keeps thinking on that, he thinks that he won't be able to answer the question. ]

No, I wouldn't be opposed. [ If he says he would be honored that is too much. ] I only wish that my face was a little softer for you. [ The bottom half of his jaw, after all, is robotic. Somehow, he wanted it to be softer so that he could place small kisses against the metal. Something to make it a perfect one.

But -- he's thinking this wrong. His hands lift to rest on either side of Zenyatta's face, feeling nervous, feeling anxious, but only because of the amount of affection he feels for the Omnic hurting his chest. ] I would never be opposed to kissing you.

[It isn't like he has a past of being a playboy, or even of being intimate with someone before! Yes, he might be twenty, but things are a little different for omnics than someone born human. For Zenyatta, the affection expressed in a kiss, along with the frequency humans use it... it was something he was admittedly jealous of.

He doesn't spare a second thought to the potential lack of softness to Genji's face-]

I never considered it detrimental.

[He replies quietly, and it seems now it's Zenyatta's turn to have steam plume from his vents, as Genji holds his faceplate with both hands. He doesn't know what to do from here, only have observed the action of kissing, never participated. His internal systems feel odd, heavy and light at the same time- somehow feeling nervous right now.]

Then, please.

[Kiss the boy, Genji.]

Yes.

[ The word is carefully, nervously spoken. Even with the reverb to his voice, he cannot quite escape how it trembles. He swallows -- even though he knows that his throat doesn't really feel try (can't feel dry), it's more of the memory of what it once felt like. A ghost of a smile appears first before he leans forward.

It's not that much distance between them. It doesn't feel like there is. Yet there is that second of hesitation before he presses his lips against the metal. A soft sound of his own metal jaw as it lightly touches Zenyatta's face. He would rather it all be flesh, so that he could feel more.

He can feel the heat beneath the metal on the part still human. It's a nice feeling honestly, not too hot. It's comforting, but maybe that it is because it's his master. No, that's not right. It's the person that he loves. Just thinking like that, it makes his heart clench a little as his hands drop down to wrap around his shoulders and kiss him more.

To press his lips against the side of his face, to adore him, to probably give more than a first kiss but second, third... ]

[ As Genji's lips (lip?) touches his faceplate, he can detect warmth- perhaps from Genji's skin being so close to his sensors? Maybe it is his own heat, and his internal fans have failed to cool him down properly, given the amount of excess he's been giving off? Maybe it's... Maybe it's time for him to stop thinking about it, and focus on what's happening right now. Much more important.

His hands move, almost automatically to Genji's sides, resting just above his hips as he leans in closer. Their chassis are so close together but not quite touching... the inch that separates them feels like miles. ]

Oh, Genji...

[Zenyatta sighs as his student moves on from kissing the front of his faceplate. How is it that such a simple action like this has so quickly brought peace and happiness into his mind? ... Something worth looking into further, to make up for all of the time he has gone without. For now, he doesn't want this to end.

His desire to never let go manifests in the form of a few more pairs of hands- projected light that really have no weight or depth, but still feel real to Zenyatta regardless, as he places his second pair of hands on Genji's shoulders, and then two more settling on Genji's chest.]

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