Somewhat Clear

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somewhatclear

“And he keeps talking,” Jesse said, as if to himself. “How do I turn it off?” He touched around the helmet, looking for a clasp or something like that. He’d seen Genji around the base without it, so he knew that it came off, but how?
 

Genji sat up a little straighter and just did it himself, a smirk on his lips. “You can’t. You will have to find another way to shut me up.” Under the helmet, his hair was dyed a dark green, darker roots showing all over, but for a thin, long strip on the side of his head where the bit of natural hair seemed to be a silvery white.

“I have a couple of ideas. Let’s hope this one works.” He leaned in slowly, letting him the time to pull away or to reject him if he so wished, but Genji was licking his lips and his metallic fingertips were grasping at the edge of the mask that he still kept in his lap. So Jesse kissed him, chaste at first, but more deeply when Genji opened up for him. He revelled in the low groan emerging from his synthetic throat when he licked in his mouth.

Okay, that part was easy. They had been kissing in a supplies closet earlier, after all, before Jesse insisted they moved it to this room.

He pulled away, and let his eyes wander down Genji’s smooth, mostly metallic body, and the line of his shoulders and his neck, more vulnerable without his usual more bulky armored plates. The slight, rhythmic way his chest moved up and down in time with his soft panting. The dark interlocking panels on his sides. His smooth crotch.

Yeah, he really didn’t know where he was supposed to go from there.