p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"He exhaled a soft, shaky breath as his eyes slid shut for a moment. Junkrat very rarely felt so at peace and calm. This kind of warmth only when Roadhog was this close. He could feel his heavy weight pressing against his side as they lounged on the floor together. Beneath them a thin mattress that was torn and splitting in many many places but it was comfortable because he was here. He shifted, his right side lighter since he'd removed his prosthetisc for the night, and pressed his palm against Roadhog's chest./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"His huge, gorgeous boyfriend was quiet as he idly placed his fingers against the mans chest, playing with one of his nipples, gently flicking that piercing before moving his hand to palm against his warm skin. Junkrat tilted his head against Roadhog's large shoulder, eyes down cast and a small, cheeky smile on his face as he still played with the warm skin./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"Roadhog finally made a soft noise, moving the arm that wasn't wrapped around Junkrat's shoulder and eased the young blond Junker onto his back. "Ey, what's..." Junkrat started but stopped as that same warm hand that had shifted him pressed itself against his small chest, before guiding itself downwards over his stomach. He had to give a small tremble at the touch, for the conflicting feelings of Roadhog's rough, large, killer hands being exceptionally warm and soft against his skin was all but it took to get Junkrat's heart racing./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"And when the lips of the large Junker pressed against his neck he all but knew just what 'all this' was about. Had it been his intention to get Roadhog all hot under his non-existent collar by touching him like that? Not at all, but he wasn't going to complain when Roadhog's wandering hand closed around his slowly hardening erection beneath his torn shorts. He giggled a very soft, airy giggle of enjoyment as he moved his good arm up and around Roadhog's upper back to clutch at his upper back. "Oh, mate that's... mmf, that's wonderful..."/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"He couldn't help himself from feeling over flowing with warmth when Roadhog treated him like this. The soft, tender, gentle touches were so different to the touches he'd had in the past. He welcomed them, if Roadhog were an ocean he would happily drown in this affection. Addiction, that's what the word was, he was addicted to Roadhog and his touch and every time he welcomed it with open arms with no hesitation./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"The touching only increased ten fold when he felt his torn shorts pushed down, and the press of Roadhog's warm skin come in touch with his own. Roadhog, for being such a large man, could be especially quick when he had to be. He had sworn Roadhog was wearing his coveralls, but when he felt the hot touch of Roadhog's erection pressing against his own he guessed at some point he had removed them. He pressed back against the threadbare mattress, spreading his legs to accommodate the massive size that Roadhog was, and pressed his good leg against his hip./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"His good hand had shifted from Roadhog's upper back to clutching at his arm. Not in a grasping, desperate grip but more like someone who needed someone to hold onto. He could feel the muscles flexing beneath Roadhog's skin as he offered a heavy grunt, and the motion of his hips continued to roll forward. It pressed hard against Junkrat's own sex, which was already dribbling with excitement. It mixed with Roadhog's own, which was thick and white and slick between their pressing bodies./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"Compared to how they normally were, this was very tame in comparison. Normally they were rough, grasping hands that ended in nail marks dragged down hot, sweaty skin. Crashing lips, teeth would click, hungry kisses that would rob either or both of their need for oxygen. Not that there was anything wrong with that, Junkrat loved that. He adored the raw passion that would burn both of them would be engulfed with. But he also loved this, the slow gentleness that slowly filled him even without any kind of penetration whatsoever./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"For one, they were out of lube. So penetration down stairs was very much out of question since even on his best days, Junkrat could only just manage to take one of Roadhog's fingers into him and that was to loosen him up. Without the cooling, sensual addition of lubrication he knew he would be suffering for it the day after. Or not feeling his one remaining leg for a week, if not more so./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"They were kissing now, but as the rest of this moment, it was soft and gentle. He could feel the gentle scratch of Roadhog's unshaved skin rubbing against his as the kiss was drawn out further. Junkrat willingly let his lips part for Roadhog, the kiss deepening further still which did little to stop the burning need to release that was growing between them as he felt the other Junkers sex grind on his own faster, and faster still./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;""Love ya," He managed to whisper through the kissing. "Roadie, I love ya,"/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;""Same." Was the simple, and direct answer he got from his partner. To some such a reply, especially one word at that, would be enough to drag the intimacy to a halt. Maybe even trigger an argument. But not with Junkrat, not between him and Roadhog because he knew he was a man of few words and whenever he did use them especially around him they were doubly important./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"Honestly that's all he needed, all he wanted. Junkrat arched his back, gripped at Roadhog's strong upper back as tightly as his good hand could grip against that thick, scarred, and spotted skin. He cried out a breathless, strained noise as he reached his limit and increased the mess between their two bodies. Roadhog was, shockingly, not as noisy as his partner was. When he came Junkrat would be lucky to hear a stiff, small groan from between his closed lips./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"But it was one of the greatest noises Junkrat ever had the honor of hearing, and he wouldn't trade it for anything./p