Patreon Compilation – Fic #65 – Bob/Zenyatta – slutty!Zen; massive insertion; robo sex – Rooftop Love (Patreon)

Continuation of this reward drabble 

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Zenyatta is leaning in, letting Bob’s cock drag against the smooth, warm metal of his cheek. He doesn’t have any sensors there to let him feel the way the mesh the tip is made out of starts to heat up for him, but he still likes to go through the motions of snuggling his newest friend.

He’s learned a lot, living with humans. Most of all that he likes playing. Bob, on the other hand, looks a lot less like he is enjoying himself and a lot more like he is close to a shutdown due to overheating.

“Are you well, my friend?” Zenyatta asks him softly. Bob peeks out between his fat sausage fingers, and when he does, Zenyatta can zoom in on his small green optical sensors and see his own reflection in them: kneeling small and dainty between the huge Omnic’s thighs; an oily smear of wetness to his facial plate where he had dragged Bob’s cock against.

He is absolutely delighted. He hadn’t known he had prettied himself up like that!

He immediately leans back in again and drags his smooth faceplate against the massive cock in his grip, and Bob makes another singular click. Zenyatta can’t help but laugh softly at how desperate and nervous the other sounds.

How breathless, somehow.

“No… I haven’t heard Miss Ashe calling you,” he says gently. He sits back on his heels and gently pinches the tip of Bob’s cock between one pointer finger and thumb, squeezing the squishy mesh tip and watching the dark golden lubricant ooze out sensually.

Oh dear. Whoever has built his delightful companion has known exactly what they were doing. 

“You are an absolute feast, my dear friend,” Zenyatta tells him gentle and honest. Glancing up at Bob’s faceplate still, he makes sure that his optical sensors are on him before he lets his own faceplate unlatch and slide farther up, revealing the mouth port he has had installed months ago.

From Bob’s reaction – immediately clamping one large hand back over his face, his other hand reaching out and shakily curling around Zenyatta’s shoulder as if to keep him away – he had not been aware of this particular component.

Zenyatta chuckles again; the sound coming from his voicebox of course while he is onlineing his mouth and carefully begins to move his golden jaw and black, synthetic lips to remind himself how to work everything.

“You don’t need to be alarmed,” he assures him as he still tests himself out, fingers absent-mindedly sliding along Bob’s cock; feeling up all the little indents where one segment latches into another, and teasing at the thick, silky liquid being squeezed out between them. “I have not yet had use of my new addition, but I am quite positive figuring out the intended and actual limitations will be a rewarding bonding process for the two of us. And when we are satisfied-” He extends his synthetic tongue as he speaks and slowly opens his mouth wider; letting a frozen Bob stare down into the LED-lined sleeve of his new throat, “-you will get the use of my valve as I have been looking forward to this for quite a while.”

Bob clicks again, and Zenyatta can’t help his delighted laugh. Oh, what an adorable boy he is… So shy and easily embarrassed. He thinks it fascinating that Bob should have been programmed like that… or maybe it is a learned behavior at this point? He did seem rather dependent on his mistress, he hadn’t thought him to be emancipated enough already to allow his processes this much freedom but…

Zenyatta is nestled nice and snug between Bob’s splayed thighs. He has long fingered hands that can just about wrap around his cock, holding it posed towards his open, waiting little mouth port, but it is not him that finally plunges himself down to spear himself on the lazily pulsing replica of a cock – it is Bob.

He is peeking out between his fingers, looking nice and shy and overwhelmed on one end, but reaches out for Zenyatta with his other hand, gently cupping his cranium and then forcing him down, sliding his cock into his LED lined throat in one smooth, unhurried motion that takes Zenyatta completely off-guard.

Embarrassingly enough, it is his inner machinations that can now be heard, whirring to life sudden and insistent as his arms flail before he can curl them around Bob’s thick thighs. Bob clicks again. He sounds smug.

Zenyatta’s processors reel as he realizes that maybe… maybe Bob hadn’t been as innocent and uneducated as he had surmised.

Wet clicking sounds emanate from his newly used throat as his body struggles to depressurize; trying to accommodate the massive intrusion that is slightly bending tiny, delicate tubes lining the tight sleeve of his throat.

Bob slowly lets up on pushing Zenyatta down on the magnificent length of his cock, and Zenyatta uses it to pull up some and let his body recalibrate. He can’t see what with his faceplate pushed up and covering his optical sensors, but he is sure that Bob is looking down at him, staring at that black, synthetic lips still stretched around the mesh tip. When he opens his mouth to let the mess that Bob’s body has been producing the whole time slide out in a thick, messy deluge, Bob starts to shift nervously.

Before he can ask, Zenyatta murmurs: “You have not damaged me. Do not be worried.” All while mouthing at the mesh wire tip because he likes the silky wet feeling of the oil-like substance Bob produces for lubrication purposes.

“I have been surprised, though, I must admit… You can be rather forward, my friend.”

He has one hand curled delicately around the base of Bob’s cock, and is shoving his mouth over him once more; more slowly this time.

Bob does not answer. He is probably occupied trying to find the correct application to record what is happening, and Zenyatta does not mind one bit. He likes the thought of Bob squirrelling it away and looking at it again at a later notice; just to enjoy Zenyatta’s presence once more.

Still, his huge hand finds its way onto Zenyatta’s warm, smooth cranium once more, cupping it and letting him feel some of the weight, but not quite pushing him down.

Zenyatta’s work with his mouth and tongue is sloppy and a bit uncoordinated, but Bob does not seem to mind one bit. It’s his first time trying these new features out properly, and he goes at it with the same enthusiasm he has done everything else in his life since awakening to his true self.

He likes how delicate the sensors in his tongue are; how he can feel every single little segment and taste the metallic oil they are secreting liberally.

He likes that his throat, too, is lined with sensors that flare up busily in his HUD when he starts cramming Bob’s cock down once more. All little warnings and panicked recordings of the distention of the sleeve that get him good; make him feel nice and overwhelmed and a bit out of it as they flood the darkness behind his faceplate and start to disorient him.

When Bob pulls him off and turns him gently around, it takes a while for him to react. He can hear the static in his own voice as he whines a bit confused, his new mouth hanging open and liberally dripping the thick oily substance Bob has pumped him full with.

Bob clicks gently, and Zenyatta’s sensors spark to life at the gentle tone that promises such lewd things. His legs spasm when his thin pants are being dragged down. He is lying over the low wall that keeps anyone from just tumbling to their death in the water below, and Bob is baring his valve to the cool morning air.

Nobody will know if you keep nice and quiet. This can be our little secret.

Zenyatta can’t believe that Bob would… say these things. He can’t believe the things that have slumbered inside the gentle giant all this time.

Bob’s huge hand is between his slim metal thighs and one fat finger drags through the silky little lips of his valve. He realizes that he has been producing lubricant for a while now. It is easy for his big companion to fit his digit into him and stretch the sweet little valve out on it.

Testing. Nudging. Figuring out how much Zenyatta can take as he drools over the side of the cliff because he’s lost all manner of reigning in his own processes. All power is being rerouted to his valve; to making it ready for the intrusion – but when it happens it is still just not enough.

Bob is slow and careful, but his cock is massive and Zenyatta is tiny compared to it. His valve is struggling, warnings flashing in Zenyatta’s HUD until he forcefully shuts them down and accidentally takes his valve’s machinations down with them.

He makes a high-pitched glitched out sound when all the gentle resistance just falls away and lets the huge cock slide right in. Bob clicks behind him, huge hand gently dragging along the thick main cable running so lewd and obvious along Zenyatta’s spine.

There you go. Just relax. Pretty cocksleeve.

Zenyatta glitches weakly like the chirping of a little bird.