(oda inhales sharply through his nose; if he was not alright steel-hard he would be now just hearing sombra ask like that. releasing his grip for the moment oda traces the path of purpling bruises he has left on her skin.
when he comes to her hip, oda acts, roughly turning sombra onto her front. it is unceremonious when he drives forward roughly, entering her from behind. a groan escapes him but he wastes no time. hips snap harashly against her and he reaches to twist one hand in her hair.)
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when he comes to her hip, oda acts, roughly turning sombra onto her front. it is unceremonious when he drives forward roughly, entering her from behind. a groan escapes him but he wastes no time. hips snap harashly against her and he reaches to twist one hand in her hair.)