It's time to start a war

“Fortune favors the bold.” he chuckles, continuing his slow and deliberate pace. So focused is he on watching Zenyatta squirm, he fails to notice Zenyatta’s foot at his calf until it makes contact with the seam.  Maximilien made a clipped chirp, leg almost giving out though he manages to stay standing.  “Speaking of,” he starts once he manages to find his voice, sounding a little shocked and very amused.  “Careful now, I might decide to keep you.” If the monk was going to dirty then Maximilien would not hold back. Having wealth allowed him access to a wealth of mods, such as allowing him to store up static. Those clever fingers continue to tease before letting little shocks sing along the cords

Maximilien chuckles, watching as Zenyatta tenses and moans causing him to tighten his grip and deliver another hard thrust.  “And I thought your voice was enchanting before.” he purrs, keeping in time with his slow, hard thrusts. The omnic’s free hand moved up Zenyatta’s other leg, only teasing his cock for a brief moment with the lightest of touches before reaching back and teasing his wires again.  “I wonder if I can make you sing.”

Maximilien growls, the sound reverberating in his chest as he rocks against Zenyatta, their cocks brushing against each other.  “I think it's better to show, rather than tell.” He replies, the lightest static in his voice as he pulls Zenyatta’s legs apart and presses into that slick heat. What to do, what to do; there are so many ways he could take the other omnic, so many ways to make him scream and writhe and Maximilien would be lying if he said he wasn’t partial to the idea of fucking him so hard they break the desk. Instead, he opts for slow and hard, pulling away til only the head remand before slamming back. Zenyatta is like fine, oil, he reasons, he should savor it.

He carefully slices into the top of her hand, the cut slightly shallow but long before doing to more cuts to make the start of a square. With a steady hand he pulls up the lip of cut flesh before pinching it between his forefinger and thumb and starts pulling it up.  “Are you still having fun?”