She's almost surprised at the feeling of his hands along her skin, warmer than one would think a man made of metal could be. Her eyes flit over him in further consideration as she does her best to not arch completely into his touch. He's handsome, she decides as she smirks at his response to the chastity jab.

"When flesh and blood ends up like this, babies tend to happen -so it's not fear, per se."

His touch skims higher, to sensitive scalp and even more sensitive augments and Sombra can't help it. It's been a long time since she's had anyone so she rolls her hips and leans forward, lips parting as she leans her forehead on his.

"You'd make a good thief with that kind of flexibility."

Resting her arms over his shoulders, she draws her nails along the plate on the back of his head. Every flesh and blood man shuddered at that kind of treatment, their eyes fluttered or rolled at the not quite painful pressure. What does this sort of contact feel like to an onmic, she wonders.

"You ready?"

It's all the warning he gets as there is suddenly a buzz, a giveaway for the activation of her implants and the sound continues as she draws her fingertips away from Zenyatta's plate experimentally. Violet eyes glow dimly to match the light of her spinal implant and for good measure she rolls her hips again - after all, they never said she couldn't take her own pleasure from this.