Well, if you'd told Sombra that she'd meet her match in younger son of a Japanese mob lord, she would have laughed in your face. Still, here she is breathing heavy and leaned on a kitchen counter while said younger son took his sweet time having his way with her.

No wonder the girls here talk about their boyfriends and their sempais in such sappy voices.

He pets the fabric again, just shy of touching anything interesting and she finds her mind reeling to keep track of the seconds. The second nip to her thigh makes it hard to breathe for a moment, drawing a low groan. He looks up at her and Sombra can feel her heart stop for a moment as he opens his mouth and leans in.

The boys she fools around with back home don't watch her so closely and they sure as hell don't work so hard to tease her. They don't have piercings to press against her clit either and suddenly, with a buck of her hips, she realizes these are all things that are sorely needed back home.

"If I knew you were awake I wouldn't have worn them."

It's half-a-lie. She wouldn't have done something so inappropriate in a common area like the kitchen. Walking to his room, however is an entirely different story.

Right. His room. How much time did they have?

Sombra ...squeaks when he nips at the fabric, sighing and giving Genji a look that borders on fondness. She gently draws her nails over his scalp, while she summons a dim vidpanel that starts counting down from seven minutes with her free hand. She promptly goes back to bracing against the counter, tightening her grip on his hair.

"Seven minutes..." She manages, weakly as she looks to the doorway of the kitchen.