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"Do try not to arch into it too much, Rama. The goal is not to hurt you."
Zenyatta's words, though as kind and genuine as ever, only furthered Ramattra's frustration. Not towards him of course, but to the feeling of satisfaction that he was oh so desperately chasing.
In response, Ramattra let out a sound similar to a growl. "I can take it."
Atop his bed, Ramattra laid on his front, head buried almost shamefully into the pillow and his arms. Zenyatta was on top of him, straddling one of his legs and leaning over his back, fingers of one hand entwined in exposed spinal wiring, and the other bracing himself on the mattress by the Ravager's side.
Zenyatta chuckled, a sound that went straight to Ramattra's core, aiding in a steady build of heat. "Only until you cannot," the smaller omnic retorted humorously. "Show some restraint, you'll find it will be worth it." And as if to purposely contradict his own words, Zenyatta twisted a finger at the end of his sentence, digging further into sensitive wiring that wasn't exactly designed to be tampered with.
Ramattra twitched beneath him and involuntarily arched upwards, a strangled gasp escaping his synth. Audio processors picked up the unmistakable sound of his cooling systems working overtime, fans whirring tirelessly. "You are– doing this on purpose now," he whined, voice audibly glitched.
"Am I?" Zenyatta questioned, tone feigning innocence. "Would you like me to stop?"
"Don't," came Ramattra's embarrassingly quick response, showcasing his impatience on full display. Zenyatta could tear him apart right now and he wouldn't care, but the only cruelty the smaller omnic seemed to be interested in was being a massive tease. He was doing entirely too much and yet not enough at the same time, the perfect balance between the two driving Ramattra insane.
"Then I advise you to try and stop moving so much. Like I said, the goal is not to harm you."
Ramattra let out a protestful groan, but pushed himself to lay still—a much easier task when Zenyatta wasn't actively using those fingers of his to toy with cables, stimulating spots that Ramattra could only ever dream of reaching on his own. "I will try, but you do not make it easy."
"Good boy. Trying is all I ask of you."
Ramattra buried his face deeper into the pillow at Zenyatta's words, finding it entirely unfair how much power the other omnic's speech had over him. And yet, he wouldn't give it up for anything. He adored this, the feeling of letting go, granting control of his body like this to someone he trusted. It was an unmatched intimacy that Ramattra never would've previously thought himself capable of indulging in.
Zenyatta wasted no time getting back to the task at hand, nimble fingers once again making work of wires and cables, searching for sensitive nodes to prod at. His movements were calculatingly steady, enough to send waves of heat through Ramattra's body, but not enough to trigger any more involuntary movements that could put him in danger. It was far too slow compared to before, and Ramattra craved more.
"Zenyatta, please," he practically keened, lifting his head from the pillow and turning slightly to look back at the smaller omnic, cosmetic ribbon cables draped over his faceplate in a disheveled display.
Zenyatta looked up, optics meeting Ramattra's gaze, his own static faceplate radiating with smugness. "Patience, Rama," he replied, emphasizing his words with an unexpected tug to a buried cable.
Ramattra groaned, slamming his head back down into the pillow, hands balling up into fists. "I'm not the— patient one here, you know this," he hissed, voice wavering.
Zenyatta acknowledged him with a hum, another sound that went straight to Ramattra's core. "You can learn," he said, withdrawing his fingers completely.
Immediately, Ramattra mourned the loss of contact, aching for the return of attention. "Now?" he whined. "Please tell me you jest."
"Now," Zenyatta echoed, voice firm. As if to solidify his decision, he gently ran his hand down Ramattra's spinal column in a series of strokes, smoothing the affected wires back into their rightful place. Ramattra sighed and shivered beneath him, but remained still, just as he was asked. "Is there anywhere else you would like me to touch?" Zenyatta inquired softly.
After taking a moment to compose himself, Ramattra lifted his head once more. "What do you mean? What was wrong with right there?" he questioned back, tone failing to hide his desperation.
"It would have been over too soon," Zenyatta explained, fingers grazing over the area while he spoke so that Ramattra wasn't completely withheld the contact that he craved. "Your temperature has been increasing steadily."
Ramattra scoffed playfully, not expecting to be called out so freely. "You can touch wherever you see fit, then," he decided. He trusted Zenyatta with every part of his body—every wire that ran through his systems. And right now, he didn't care where the smaller omnic decided to touch or tease, so long as he was granted the mercy of a system overload by the end of it.
“Very well,” Zenyatta acknowledged. “Lay your head back down please, and remember—”
“Don’t move too much,” Ramattra finished, laying the side of his head back down on the pillow with a sigh. “I know.”
“Good.”
Zenyatta leaned forward, reaching out to place his index and middle fingers at the top of Ramattra’s spinal plating, in-between his shoulders. Slowly, he dragged them down, and Ramattra half-anticipated him to dip back into where plating ended and sensitive cables began. Fingers grazed over wires, but nothing more than that. Ramattra whined in frustration as Zenyatta's touch veered elsewhere, lowering down to the side of his chassis: the protective, almost rib-shaped armoring that housed his ventilation system, among other things. The metal itself had little to no feeling, only existing for protection and structural support, but Ramattra quickly realized that the casing itself wasn't what Zenyatta was interested in at all. Small hands allowed him to dip his fingers in the spaces between his chassis with terrifying ease, and there was a lot that Ramattra could feel there. A lot that could be easily damaged too, if they weren't careful.
The risk was delicious.
Immediately, Ramattra tensed up in anticipation, a sharp, simulated inhale coming from his synth. "Bold choice," he commented, clearly trying to hide how worked up he was.
"Indeed," Zenyatta agreed. "Not one that you mind though, I presume?"
Ramattra hummed. "Not at all."
Zenyatta took that as a sign that he was free to continue. Slowly, he inched his fingers further, curling them deep inside of Ramattra's chassis. Unlike earlier, he was blindly exploring now, not having a way to see inside at what he was touching. This wasn't the first time he had done this though, so he had a good idea of where his attention would be most appreciated. It didn't take long for him to locate the node he was after, hiding in a place not meant to be reached. He pressed down, and the sound of Ramattra's glitched attempt to stifle a moan let him know that he had found it.
"You're— getting faster at that," came a barely audible compliment from the Ravager, the sound of his overworked fans almost drowning out his glitched voice. He grabbed onto the edge of his pillow with one hand, balled fist clenching tightly around it as he tried not to move, resisting the urge to writhe beneath Zenyatta's touch.
"I've had a lot of practice," Zenyatta responded, tone smug as ever. He continued to indulge Ramattra, hitting the spot he knew the Ravager was silently begging for, his touch still far too delicate for him to get what he wanted.
"Zenyatta—" Ramattra started, cutting himself off with another stifled moan at the feeling of the other omnic's fingers twisting inside of him. "Could you—"
"Hm?"
Ramattra's voice cut out momentarily, his systems prioritizing keeping his internals cool. "Use— both hands?" he eventually requested, barely sounding like himself through the desperation.
Zenyatta chuckled in response. "Insatiable, are we? You're already so worked up, Rama. Surely this is enough," he teased, having the audacity to lighten his touch.
Ramattra growled. "Please."
Zenyatta hummed, pretending to give the request some thought. He withdrew his hand completely, and pulled away. "Very well. I suppose you've waited long enough."
Ramattra whined as the contact ceased once again, but his array gleamed brightly at the promise of relief. Finally, he'd get what he wanted: satisfaction and bliss at the cost of temporary oblivion; a feeling to revel in while his systems rebooted. And when he came back online, he planned on returning the favor, showering Zenyatta with the same attention that he showed him.
After adjusting his position, Zenyatta was back on Ramattra in a moment, one hand returning to his chassis, and the other on his back, gentle fingers splayed over top of his spinal column, ready to once again grant his attention to that area as well. "You're okay with here?" Zenyatta asked, double checking before he continued.
"Of course," Ramattra replied, tilting his head slightly to look back at his partner. "With you, anywhere."
"Good," Zenyatta said, barely giving Ramattra time to get comfortable again before digging his fingers into him, this time with both hands.
The sensation of intrusion within both the wiring layered down his spine, and nodes beneath his chassis was overwhelming in all of the best ways. His vision staticked momentarily, a telltale sign that he was already so close. He shivered involuntarily, but he was certain that he couldn't move right now even if he wanted to. He was completely undone, and he loved every second of it. Between staggered, synthetic moans, and the noisy whirring of his fans, he was incapable of being quiet as Zenyatta worked him to his breaking point.
"I'm— close," Ramattra warned, surprised his voice was working at all right now. He didn't want to worry Zenyatta when he inevitably seized in place and went offline, though the other omnic was likely expecting it as well.
"I can tell," Zenyatta acknowledged playfully, confirming Ramattra's thoughts. "It is safe to proceed," he promised, his soft voice a warm guarantee that he'd be waiting by his side when he came back.
Zenyatta grabbed a fist full of cables, rolling them rather harshly between his fingers, and that was enough to send Ramattra over the edge. A plethora of warnings displayed on his HUD, and he dismissed every single one of them in favor of basking in the feeling of overwhelming warmth and electricity surging through his systems. His functions shut down one by one, getting ready to force a full restart. He couldn't move, his body going completely limp against the bed. He couldn't speak, the last sound coming from his synth being a staticky sigh. His array flashed to full brightness, red lights shining intensely before dimming completely. His visual feed cut out, vision blurring before fading to darkness. Then, of course, came oblivion.
Under normal circumstances, Ramattra absolutely wouldn't allow himself to reach such a vulnerable state. It was careless, compromising his functions like this. But in a controlled environment under the surveillance of someone he trusted arguably more than himself at times, it was a tempting indulgence, and a wonderful feeling.
Ramattra's array flickered back to life, signifying that he was back online. His visual feed cut in, and he found that he was still on the bed. Except instead of being in the position he blacked out in, he was laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Sensors picked up on Zenyatta's presence to his left. He was lying beside him. Ramattra sighed, the restart leaving him feeling content.
"Did you… did you move me?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"Yes," Zenyatta answered truthfully. "The position you collapsed in did not look comfortable."
Ramattra chuckled. "Was it difficult?" he questioned, knowing damn well that he wasn't a lightweight model.
Zenyatta hummed, pondering the question. "Let's just say I'm glad you were not awake for it," he responded humorously.
At that, Ramattra laughed. He could only imagine how silly Zenyatta looked trying to roll his hulking frame over. "How long was I out for?" he decided to follow up with.
"Five minutes and twenty seven seconds," came Zenyatta's instant reply.
Quickly, Ramattra turned his head to the left, meeting the smaller omnic's gaze. "Really?" he asked in disbelief, not expecting such a high number. Usually he was quick to reboot. "I think that's a record," he stated, unsure if there should be cause for concern.
Zenyatta nodded. "I think you needed it," he reassured. "You were quite… tense."
"Perhaps you are right," Ramattra decided to agree, dismissing any worries. He leaned his head forward, array meeting Zenyatta's own with a soft clank. An omnic kiss.
Zenyatta's array brightened against his in response, and he leaned into the contact, a sure sign that the affection was welcome.
Ramattra hummed. "I believe it is your turn now."