February 2023 Drabble #1 (Patreon)

Ramattra/Zenyatta – human forms – Zenyatta unwittingly walks in on Ramattra doing some... self-loving.

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Zenyatta is softly humming under his breath as he moves through his side of the living quarters and picks up Ramattra’s clothes that somehow always seem to make their way over to him. They all land in the basket he is holding against his hip.

Once everything inside his own quarters is cleared out, he makes his way over to the door that connects toward Ramattra’s space. He reaches out, hesitating as his fingertips touch the handle. He remembers well Ramattra’s past annoyance with him entering his room unbidden, but he is… suitably sure that his friend is out on a mission today. He… thinks.

He’ll just be quick about it. In-and-out in just a couple of seconds so he’ll be able to do the laundry. There is nothing that could shock him anyway – as far as Zenyatta is concerned, he and Ramattra are as close as brothers. Though he is certain his surly friend would be very put out with him if he ever said it like that.

So he opens the door carefully… and immediately realizes that, no, Ramattra is not out on a mission right now for he is sitting right there at his table, straining cock in hand and eyes glued to the pictures of Zenyatta that are currently on his pc screen.

They are not… naughty pictures; just Zenyatta on various outings all over the Gibraltar base, talking or eating or smiling…

Zenyatta’s mouth opens but no sound comes out, so he closes it again, feet frozen to the ground. Watching.

Ramattra’s lush, black hair is combed backwards as always but it looks wet like he’s just come out of the shower. For some reason that small detail gets Zenyatta’s heart pumping even more than the sight of him not wearing a shirt and all that skin on display, finely tuned muscles tense with what Zenyatta can only assume is an impending orgasm.

Oh… yes… he is currently…

Zenyatta’s gaze falls back down to Ramattra’s cock, held in a tight strangle grip as he jerks himself with the same anger that he displays near every moment of his life. The foreskin is pulled back, allowing Zenyatta to see his crown, swollen and dark red and glistening with pre-cum that is beading on his piss slit even now…

Mayhaps he is making a sound at that since all of a sudden, Ramattra’s head snaps around and his pale eyes bore into Zenyatta. They can be a bit… disconcerting all on their own, but right now they feel like they are spearing right through Zenyatta’s chest.

He does not even notice how the laundry basket topples from his arm and down to the ground.

“I… I…” he can’t find any words in him. He should apologize, of course, but his gaze keeps flicking to the screen where his own face is smiling back at him.

Ramattra is suddenly up from his chair. He does not look happy.