They snuck their way back into headquarters with a great deal of giggling on Junkrat's part, for which he was chided, but he suspected Symmetra was more amused by his boyish delight rather than truly peeved. She certainly had no objection to dragging him back to her room.

The door was barely closed before Junkrat was kissing her - gentle kisses to her shoulder first, making his way up to her neck as he brushed her long hair out of the way – then at last she turned, and he claimed her lips in one quick motion, one hand against her lower back to pull her closer to him.

For a while they just indulged like that. Deep kisses in the low light. No words, just the sound of their breathing, the little gasps or needy moans that slipped unbidden from busy lips.

But it was not enough. It never was.

Symmetra must have thought the same, for she began to walk backward, drawing him along with her. As the back of her legs hit the bed, she let herself fall. And there she was... splayed out on the bed below him, smiling up with that coy smile of hers, so knowing, so teasing...

"You're bloody beautifully," he murmured, and her smile widened.

"Lovely of you to say, but I can think of better uses for that mouth of yours," she said, lifting one leg and hooking it around him to pull him down with her, but Junkrat caught her thigh rather than let himself go with the motion.

He took his time planting kisses along it, making his slow and meandering way toward the soft juncture between her legs. Symmetra made a low noise of approval, and he looked up to see her watching him intently.

"I didn't tell you to stop," she said, and he grinned, keeping his eyes on her as long as he could before he reached the black lace of her panties, and was forced to divert his attention to this particular obstacle.

In the end he set his teeth to them, gently tugging them from her hips as hastily as he dared.

"If you break those, you buy a new pair," Symmetra said distantly, and Junkrat grumbled a vague agreement through a mouthful of lace. He worked slower, easing them down each beautiful, dark thigh one inch at a time, savoring the scent of her, the softness of her skin where it brushed his cheek. He must have been doing it right because there were no further complaints.

Slipping her panties over the pointed arch of her feet, Junkrat quickly tossed them aside and returned to pressing kisses to her inner-thigh.

As much as he enjoyed the game of it though, he was a man of limited patience. Oh, he could marvel at Symmetra's gorgeous thighs for hours, but what he really wanted right then and there was something far sweeter.

"Gonna make ya feel good," he promised, thumb circling across her skin where he still gripped her leg. "Have ya seein' real fireworks."

Kneeling beside the bed, he hooked her legs over his shoulders and moved in close. He could tell even at a glance that she was already wet for him. Never took much with her – probably he should be flattered, if he had the time to think about it. Delicately parting her folds with his left hand he went in for an experimental taste.

Faintly salty, but with an almost syrupy undertone he was becoming accustomed to. Better, though, was the way she arched her hips to meet him, and he set to his task in earnest.

Her fingers quickly found their way to his hair. He loved the way she gripped him, like she owned him. Loved the sharp little tugs she would give. Loved even more the gasps and he could pull from her, the little whispers of encouragement, words he hardly needed but relished nonetheless.

A distinctive ache was building in his groin, but he left it unattended. All that mattered right then was Symmetra. God, he really would burn the world for her if she asked.

Her breaths were coming quicker now, back arched, and he knew she was near. Redoubling his efforts he focused on teasing the nub of her clit, sucking and licking with abandon, urging her over the edge until she stiffened against him with hands still tight in his hair.

Once he felt her relax he extricated himself from between her legs.

"Not bad, eh?" he asked with a grin, wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand.

"Serviceable," she agreed, a little breathlessly.

"Just serviceable?"

"Exceptionally serviceable," she amended, and the teasing note in her voice told him all he needed to know, if her earlier reaction hadn't already.

"Well, ya know," he said, taking a seat on the bed beside her, "hear it's customary to tip for exceptional service."

Symmetra raised her eyebrows.

"Just a thought," Junkrat added with a wink.

Sitting up, Symmetra turned to face him, and her gaze was contemplative. Her right hand drifted to his shoulder, trailing down his arm in a gesture that seemed almost absentminded.

"You like it when I tell you what to do."

"Thought we already established that, eh?" Junkrat said.

He couldn't take his eyes off her. From the beautiful brown of her eyes to the faint flush beneath her dark skin, even the way she was looking at him – like there was a plan brewing behind that smile of her's, an unknown that sent a thrill of excitement through him. The slow trail of her fingers didn't stop.

"I'm simply wondering if that's where it ends," she purred.

"Reckon it ends wherever ya want it to."

"How do you feel about the prospect of being tied up?"

Huh. Not something he'd put any particular thought to, but he couldn't see the harm. In the end he shrugged, opting for a lopsided grin. "Ain't tried it before, but for you I'm game for anythin'. Been thinkin' about this a while have ya?"

"Longer than I would care to admit," she said.

That startled him. So she had thought about it? Was that a recent development, or had she... Well, she had to, right, if she'd had any interest in him in the first place... did that mean..?

Had she lain alone in the dark, touching herself as she thought of him? Imagined fucking him? Come undone with his face in her mind and his name on her lips?

It was entirely preposterous, but he found he was so caught up in the fantasy of it that he couldn't think of anything else until he registered her fingers migrating from his arm to the sharp bone of his hip, snaking closer to the bulge in his shorts.

She caught his sudden stare with a smile. "Shirt off."

It was an order, not a suggestion. Junkrat didn't even hesitate, pulling it off over his head and tossing it to some distant corner of the room. Then, he followed her directions, settling further back on the bed while she clambered on after him.

Symmetra grabbed each of his wrists, pressing them back against the headboard.

She was so close like this... face inches from his own, breath warm against his skin. He wondered, vaguely, if he was supposed to kiss her. Before he could put any action to the thought though, she told him, "Hold them there. Stay exactly as you are."

Then she shifted back, her own arms moving as a soft blue light weaved its way into being, wrapping itself around his wrists. As the glow faded, Junkrat gave an experimental tug, and found himself locked in place. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to hold him. He expected if he had an hour to spare and didn't mind rubbing the skin of his flesh and blood wrist completely raw he could probably get free.

Watching Symmetra carefully, he asked, "What now?"

"Now," she said, "I do entirely as I please with you."

This began, it seemed, with her getting off the bed. Any disappointment Junkrat felt quickly faded however, because her next step was to remove her dress, folding it neatly and placing it to one side, her bra swiftly joining it.

Then she came back to him, crawling her way across the sheets until she settled in his lap. The ache of his growing erection intensified. Symmetra, though, was determined to take things at her own pace.

Slowly she kissed him – first on the lips, then the jaw, then down his neck – making her way lower, over the lean muscle of his chest, pausing at each imperfection, each freckle or scar... there she would lay a particularly loving kiss, tenderly, as if marking it, before continuing on her path down his torso.

Eventually she reached his navel, and passed it, and Junkrat had to suck in a breath as an unexpected hand gently palmed him through his shorts.

Her eyes lifted to his, and she placed one final slow kiss to the patch of skin just above his belt before turning her attention to the buckle.

He'd expected her to take that slow too, she often liked to tease him that way, but instead she unclasped it quickly, tugging his shorts down his hips.

His cock sprang free, most of the way hard and more than a little eager.

It was here, however, that they ran into a problem. Probably his fault. He was used to the methodical slowness Symmetra took with things like this, and he'd been thinking a bit too much of the sight of her – naked and enticingly close to his cock – and he hadn't been paying much attention to what he was doing with his knees. So it was that as she attempted to rid him of his shorts, he chose the wrong moment to shift, and the fabric caught firmly in the joint of his peg leg.

For a second neither of them seemed sure what to do.

Then Junkrat cursed under his breath, breaking the silence.

"I'm sorry," Symmetra said, and she sounded truly mortified, "I did not mean-"

"Nah, ain't ya fault, blasted thing always gets in the way," he cut her off. "Probably be easier just to take it off. Can't be comfortable to bump into, either."

"Is that what you want?" she asked softly.

There was a patience to the way she was watching him now, a gentleness, and he found for whatever reason he couldn't bare to look at her. He stared at the ceiling instead.

"Yeah," he said, after a while. "Leg can go. Arm stays."

She didn't say anything. After a brief hesitation though, he felt her fingers on his right thigh, gently exploring the straps that fitted the prosthesis to him. When he glanced down he saw her wearing an expression of concentration. It didn't take her long to puzzle out the fastenings, and while she was nowhere as quick as his own familiar hands she still made short work of them.

Placing the peg leg gently beside the bed, she crawled her way back to him, kneeling between his legs.

That was an exciting change of pace. Rather than what he'd hoped, though, she returned to her game of kissing him – this time starting with the stump. Working her way over the twisted and puckered flesh, up his thigh and achingly close to the needy, swollen flesh of his cock before she stilled. Stroking a hand down his chest her eyes met his.

"I'm going to tie up your other leg."

Again, not a question, but she was still looking at him, waiting as if he might voice an objection.

"All yours, luv," he said, and that was all she needed. Blue light weaved its way through the bedroom, and he was well and truly at her mercy.

When she came to kiss him this time she took him by surprise, lips pressed right up against his shaft as he drew a breath in through his teeth. Smiling, she kissed again, before taking him gently in her hand and stroking him to full hardness. Then once more came the wet heat of her lips, delicately kissing the tip of his straining tip of his cock, licking away the bead of pre-cum that gathered there.

"God ya feel so good," he moaned, and she took the opportunity to slide him into her mouth properly, eliciting a gasp. "So fuckin' good."

She hummed in agreement. God, he could feel lit when she did that, little vibrations right through him. He'd never get over sight of it either – his cock disappearing into that beautiful full mouth of hers. Honestly, he got a kick out of watching. Seeing someone so gorgeous and so put together bobbing up on him. It was obscene. It was heaven.

She took him a little deeper, ignoring the desperate stutters of his hips and pressing him back to the bed as she settled on her own pace, steady but nowhere near the breakneck speed Junkrat had in mind.

His arms jerked, pulled short by the bonds that held them. He wasn't entirely sure what he'd been meaning to do with them. Stroke her hair, maybe. Push her further down onto his cock. One or the other.

"Ya look so good like that," he told her instead, "p-proper sight."

Symmetra hummed again, slowing so she could run her tongue around the length of him, circling his shaft before she let him slip most of the way from her mouth, only the tip remaining. This she took her time teasing – he could feel her running her tongue over it, alternating patterns seemingly on a whim. Sucking, while she studied his reaction.

Junkrat bit back a moan.

Then she took him all the way back into her mouth, all the way, and the glorious wet heat of her wrapped tightly around him as she moved, up and down, and it was everything he wanted and more. He was pretty sure he told her as much – or some fumbling approximation of it – but really all he could think about was the sensation of his cock sliding down her throat, the slickness of it, the warmth...

Then suddenly it was gone.

Blinking in confusion, Junkrat watched as Symmetra sat up and wiped her mouth. Ignoring his stare, she lay down on her side next to him, and proceeded to do absolutely nothing.

Junkrat continued to stare for several moments.
What had happened? Had he... offended her somehow? Said something stupid without realizing? God, he'd fucked it up – how had he fucked it up? But there were no answers to be found in his hazy memory, nor her expression...

"What'd I do?" he asked, and it sounded oddly pathetic even to his own ears.

"Nothing," she said.

"Then..."

"Then I told you I would do entirely as I pleased with you," she said, examining her nails. "And I think I would like to make you wait."

God fucking damn it. He'd been near – bloody near – how could she just... and yet, she did. She left him like that, his saliva smeared cock cooling in the open air, unattended to, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

His complaints fell on deaf ears, his bargaining ignored, and his pleas likewise disregarded. If anything she just looked amused.

Great. At least someone was enjoying his frustration.

If she'd just left him his hands he could at least jerk himself the rest of the way off, but no, here he was, tied up and forced to wait as Symmetra pointedly pretended he didn't exist.

He was beginning to wonder if she intended to leave him like that the whole night before she at last returned to lavishing attention on him.

Gentle touches, at first, coaxing his softening cock back to full hardness. Then she took him in her mouth again, and began to suck, starting slow but building speed in answer to his needy moans and desperately jolting hips.

But before he could reach his climax she once again left him hanging/

Junkrat let out a whole slue of curses, but Symmetra just smiled. She looked smug. And God, yes, he loved that look on her, but also it was maddening when his cock was aching so badly for a release he was unable to find.

Twisting and turning as he might, he couldn't even flip himself over in the hope of rutting against the sheets.

The third time she left him like that he was nearing his limit.

"Please, ya gotta... ya doin' this on purpose," he gasped out, hips arcing up in a hopeless attempt to chase her touch.

"That was the intent, yes," she said. "You need to learn the value of patience."

"Value?"

"Indeed. Waiting is half the fun."

"Ain't sure I'd call this fun so much as torture..."

"If you want the bonds gone you need only to tell me."

He opened his mouth to say as much, because hells yes he wanted them gone, he wanted to grab her right then and there, pin her to the bed, and fuck her until the bloody mattress gave out. He wanted to fill her with his cock, and empty himself until there was nothing left.

But...

But still, ending things now seemed a little too much like admitting defeat. And despite his own frustrations, Symmetra was clearly enjoying herself. And... and, well, it wasn't entirely unpleasant. The parts where she indulged him, anyways. Would be selfish, wouldn't it, to spoil it for the both of them?

So he said nothing, and waited in sullen silence until she came back to him, driving him to the edge before leaving him unfinished.

"Please," he found himself begging, "please, I need – I can't-"

He couldn't even finish the sentence, closing his eyes and grinding his teeth as he fought to ignore the near painful ache between his legs.

This time though... this time she did not ignore him. This time she move close, straddling him and settling on his lap, and his eyes flew open in disbelief, half expecting her to roll off him – one more cruel joke he found no laughter in.

She didn't, though. She stayed there. She rolled her hips, slowly, measuring his response.

Junkrat swallowed, but dared not speak.

One hand trailed down his chest, snaking lower, but rather than grasp him as he'd hoped her hand left him entirely, instead finding her own flesh. And then she began to pleasure herself. On top of him. And still, his cock stood stiffly to attention but completely ignored.

"Jesus fuckin'- ya can't- ya takin' the piss now," he whined. "Satya, please."

She laughed, but her hand slowed. "You'll be good for me?"

"Yes!" he said immediately.

"And you'll do exactly as I say?"

"Yes!"

"Promise?"

"Swear it on me fuckin' life," he said, with all the sincerity he could muster.

Smiling, she leaned in, her face only inches from his own. "You won't cum until I say you can. Is that clear?"

"Completely," he choked out. Anything, anything if it meant she'd finally allow him some kind of release.

Her left hand clasped his shoulder, while her right traced his hip for a moment, fingertips ghosting across his skin until they moved onward to what they sought.

She clasped his cock, lining it up with her entrance, letting it rub across her wet folds for a few torturous seconds as she held his gaze. Junkrat's breath was short, fighting hard to keep from bucking up into her as she teased him. He was aching so bad it hurt. His swollen and throbbing cock twitched, as eager as he was, and he bit down a moan.

Bracing herself, Symmetra sank down inch by agonizing inch, enveloping him as she impaled herself to the hilt. Junkrat's nails bit into his palm.

Flushed and settling her own breathing she rested there a moment, adjusting herself astride him. He could feel her all around him, the hot sweetness of her, so tight and so perfect and god he just wanted to fuck her, to fuck and fuck and plunge mindlessly into her until he was done.

But Symmetra was the one in charge, and when she lifted herself up and dropped down onto him once more it was a painfully leisurely pace that left him moaning in frustration. His hands jerked reflectively, trying to find their place on her hips to urge her onward but pulled short by the bonds at his wrists.

Symmetra just gave him that smug little smile of hers.

"C-come on, Satya, ya killin' me here," he begged.

"What a shame," she purred, leaning forward to kiss him. He thought he might have whimpered against her lips. She rolled her hips even as she deepened the kiss, roaming his mouth with a passion he hadn't the coherence to match. All he could do was close his eyes and focus on the irresistible sensation of his cock sliding in and out as she continued to ride him. His desperate little thrusts did not go unnoticed.

She pulled back, running her tongue across her lips. "You want me to go faster?"

"Oh god yes," he gasped out.

"Well then, ask politely."

She slowed to a near stop in punishment, and Junkrat's eyes shot wide. He tried to arc upward but Symmetra was having none of it.

"P-please, Sym, please, bloody hell I'll do anythin' for ya, please-"

She cut him off with a finger to his lips. "Use my name."

"Please, Satya. Please..."

That seemed to be the right answer, because she planted a kiss on his feverish forehead and when she moved her hips again it was with the speed he craved. Blessed friction, and best of all, the sight of her, sweat slicked with her hair clinging to her skin and chest heaving, yet somehow still completely perfect in every way, rising up and down atop him.

Junkrat doubted he would last much longer.

"Ya too fuckin' good," he groaned, "too good."

"Hold it," she warned him, tightening the grip she'd set on his shoulder.

"Tryin', luv, but ya ain't makin' it easy."

"Don't disappoint me," she said, and Junkrat bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. He tried to focus on the pain, on the way the bonds dug into the flesh of his wrist, on the sheet beneath him, anything but Symmetra and the sensations she wrought. He needed to cling on, despite wanting nothing more than to unwravel. He needed to please her. Whether she meant it or not, the idea of disappointing her was unthinkable.

Hazily he saw her slip a hand down to tease herself as she dropped down onto him once more, timing her movements to the quickening pace she had set. A little gasp left her, and Junkrat felt his cock twitch. Another moan, and he had to hit his head back against the headboard as a distraction because Symmetra didn't know what those sounds did to him... she was too hot, and too wet, and sliding up and down him without respite, making pretty noises and looking as absolutely fucking gorgeous as ever, and he didn't understand how he could possibly hold himself together. She was pulling him apart at the seams.

Another gasp and she suddenly stilled, sunk to the hilt, eyes closed and mouth hanging slightly open in a silent cry of pleasure. She clenched around him, squeezing his length in quakes that ran right through his cock. Right through him, and he was teetering on the brink.

"You did so good. Come for me, Jamie," she crooned, "come for me."

Junkrat needed no encouragement, he was fairly sure he would have anyway whether asked to or not. A simple jerk of his hips and it was all over. He came with absolutely no grace at all, and more volume than was necessary, but he didn't care because the sudden high as he unloaded swept aside any other concerns. Possibly the best orgasm of his life. Definitely top three.

His cock gave a few valiant final twitches, emptying the last of itself inside her, before it too stilled, and he was left a boneless and blissed out lump of flesh.

Distantly he was aware of her sliding off of him. She nestled beside him, hand stroking his chest.

"You did well," Symmetra told him, planting a single kiss to his cheek.

He lay there for a minute, gathering himself. Once the ringing in his ears had faded, he turned his head to face her, and his grin was unmistakable.

"Does this mean," he tried horsely, "that I get to tie you up next time?"

She laughed. "I'll think on it."