‘you caught me masturbating’ sex
Jesse didn’t really masturbate much. He had shit to do, people to see, missions to run and a gorilla to advise on things that required a little more... finesse. The new Overwatch didn’t have a special ops team, in fact Winston had been very clear on not wanting one at all, but the fact was that there were certain missions that required them to work quietly.
Especially given that they were still an illegal entity in the UN’s eyes.
That, and his own hand has never been as satisfying as a partner’s. It was stress relief, but not pleasure.
And stress relief is what it is now. Zenyatta had been off on his own mission and between them they’d missed each other for three weeks now. Three weeks of passing messages and one brief phone call. Three weeks and Jesse found himself in his room, propped up against the headboard with his prosthetic hand wrapped around his dick because the cooler metal made it so he could pretend. Just a little. Pretend that it wasn’t his hand, that Zenyatta was there, stroking him off with those sweet, murmured words of encouragement Jesse craved.
He didn’t realize his eyes had closed until he heard a soft chuckle and opened them, looking at the monk standing just inside the closed door. Caught halfway to orgasm and breathing ragged, only letting go when a slimmer hand takes place of his own, when knees settle between his own and he feels the brush of a kiss against his cheek. That calm, sweet voice telling him to relax... enjoy himself.
