[The feeling of fingertips against his jaw sent little pulses of sensation down his spine. Sensors in the metal trying to replicate the feeling of skin on skin contact, but not doing a great job of it. It never felt quite right, always a little off or numb, but he was touched so infrequently that it was often a welcome reminder that he could feel with those metal parts at all.
He kissed him thoroughly before pulling back, half smirk on his face. This apology was off to a good start.
Metal on skin was fine, and more than he normally got - touch starved and a little desperate, but he wanted more. Letting go of the cowboy's poor shirt, he turned to his own arm, sliding pieces of armor away to reveal the skin beneath. He wanted to reciprocate, to feel the way Jesse's skin felt under his fingertips, the thick stubble along his jaw, the softer areas of his neck.
Genji was a man on a mission. He wanted all of this. Right now.]
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He kissed him thoroughly before pulling back, half smirk on his face. This apology was off to a good start.
Metal on skin was fine, and more than he normally got - touch starved and a little desperate, but he wanted more. Letting go of the cowboy's poor shirt, he turned to his own arm, sliding pieces of armor away to reveal the skin beneath. He wanted to reciprocate, to feel the way Jesse's skin felt under his fingertips, the thick stubble along his jaw, the softer areas of his neck.
Genji was a man on a mission. He wanted all of this. Right now.]