It would seem I like to use the word "warm" in my stories a lot. So per your request, here's a couple of Overwatch-specific excerpts:
From an untitled smutty fic I once started but never finished:
Belatedly, Cole noticed his hands were resting on Hanzo’s hips doing nothing particularly useful. He dragged them up, hiking Hanzo’s shirt up as he went. Hanzo made a sound when his prosthetic hand found warm, bare skin. Cole trailed his fingers across the small of his back just to make him squirm. Hanzo broke the kiss with a gasp and grabbed at his wrist.
“Behave yourself, or I’ll stop,” Hanzo admonished.
From my unfinished latest chapter of Project Bloodhound, in which Cole Cassidy escaped Talon's clutches after being abducted six years ago and has gone into hiding with estranged family as he attempts to recover from the trauma inflicted by Moira and Reaper:
Earlier, Ruth had roped Annie into helping her bake biscochitos. All afternoon, the house smelled of warm cinnamon and sugar. When Cole came into the kitchen, he zeroed in on the plate of fresh cookies on the breakfast bar. He raised a questioning eyebrow at Ruth who waved with one hand for him to help himself as she sipped her coffee. Cole stacked three in his hands before popping an extra in his mouth. As he ate, his eyes fell on an ugly, round, Christmas-themed Tupperware container sitting beside the plate. Something had been written on the lid in permanent marker.
“Emergency cookies. Take one to two as needed,” Cole read between bites. “What’s this about?”
“They’re for you,” Ruth said. “To take, I mean.”
“That’s why you used the good Tupperware, huh?”
Ruth shrugged. “If you’re gonna complain, I’ll keep it.”
“I love this Tupperware. I’ll treasure it always. I’ll leave it t’ your grandkids in my will,” Cole said as he laid a protective hand on the container of cookies.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
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