Somebody Call the Undertaker

“Of course. You seem to forget I was Blackwatch, I’m a pro at multitasking.” he hums, continuing his slow torture.  “No sign of him yet, though there’s an increase in security so maybe soon.” 

“Now what have we here?” Jesse purred, walking out with all the swagger that being a several-hundred-year-old vampire afforded him. Eyes like molten gold, the larger man circled the human left for him as he tapped a claw against his chin. “You’re a little early ain’tcha? Normally the village folk don’t leave me food til Sunday, not that I’m complainin’.” he purrs.

“Well, considering I’m still within the buoy line that marks the edge of what is considered a public beach, I think it’s you who is trespassing.” Jesse moves his cigar to the other corner of his mouth as he continues to fix one of said buoys. He wasn’t too bothered, it was somewhat common knowledge that once you hit deep waters, it was mermaid territory, hence the buoys and ban on fishing in the first place. Most people would have stared at her in awe and reverence, but Jesse was not most people.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t encourage me.” he gives the omnic a cheeky grin as he moves his fingers up a little to where he’s sure Zenyatta’s cock is pressed against the plate, letting the vibrations work through the metal.  “I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this.”