la_sombra

[Sombra chuckles a little at what she perceives as his offense, lying down when he presses her down. Still, her gaze flits over Oda while he stares. There's something gentle - intimate even - about his silence and the way his touch traces her face. She watches him through heavy-lidded eyes, and when his touch grazes her throat she holds her breath.

When he grips, she shivers - hard enough that her lashes flutter. She swallows, throat having dried at the sound of his lovely, low voice.]

Yes. [Her voice is breathless with lust. She nods, her previous flush spreading across her cheeks.] Please?

(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.)

[His touch traces along her body, over his handiwork of darkening bruises and Sombra smiles. The flip to her stomach catches her by surprise and she cries his name out loudly when he buries himself into her.

Each snap of his hips earns a moan, a sigh, a swear, and when his hand twists into her hair, she nearly wails, burying her face into the pillows.]

(the sounds that escape her are a thrill and spur him on. and it feels so good. being that oda does not often indulge---and had not even since their last tryst---the pleasure is overwhelming.

fingers curl into a fist and he tugs at sombra's hair. the thrusts are forceful, selfish, and unrelenting. the sound of skin against skin mingles with her moaning and curses.)

[Head tugged back, Sombra moans loud and shudders as she approaches orgasm for the second time. She follows his pace, rocking back into his thrusts obediently.]

Oda [She pleads, fingers gripping the sheets tightly.]

(he can feel her shudder and this time, oda is cruel. he stops suddenly and withdraws, giving sombra's rear a tap.)

On your back. (he wants to see her, to be able to again bruise her with kisses and to look her in the eye.)

[Sombra whines when he pulls out, a sound of pure lust-struck betrayal. She glares at him over her shoulder before she can catch herself when she feels his tap and command.

Pouting, she does technically obey. She pointedly does not open her legs for him when she settles back into position on the bed determined to be difficult once more.]

(he chuckles, amused by her defiance. oda arches over sombra's smaller frame and claims her lips with his own.)

I did not give you permission to come, Sombra. (his voice is dusky with desire and when oda kisses her again he bites just hard enough to break skin.)

[She does accept his kiss readily, at first. However, Oda's explanation serves only to irritate her further and leave Sombra with a strange dichotomy of emotions flickering over her face as he kisses her again. Whining at his bite, she soothes the spot herself by licking her lips and eyed Oda suspiciously.]

Since when did I need your permission?

Since just now, (oda smirks. had she not asked this of him? he snakes a hand between her knees to try and coax sombra's legs open.)

If you behave...I would tell you the name you will call me as you break. (few referred to oda by his given name and so far she has only been privvy to "oda". in many ways he guards it.)

Bastard. [She cuts her eyes at him, for a moment she resists. The mystery of his name makes her curious that she does open for him, enough that he would be able to touch her core once more.]

What if Oda's good enough for me? Not like you asked me my name.

(oda seems to consider her argument but does not reply. instead he works his way back in position and again sheaths himself within her.)

Then I will deny you again and again until you beg. (he makes a single pointed thrust.) But you would like that, would you not?

[Despite her sour expression, Sombra's body betrays her interest in him and she fights to suppress the shudder that he earns when he thrusts into her once more. His question makes her flush once more, gaze turning to the wall in her embarrassment at his correct assessment. She huffs, irritated.]

Fuck you.

None of that, (oda chides as he reaches out to grip her chin and direct her to look back at him. it is a small victory to get under her skin but there are more pressing matters.

with a roll of his hips, he sets out in search of a pace that would have her moaning again despite herself.)

[Too often she's had the upper hand when dealing with men and what control she didn't get in a conversation, she almost always got in bed. It was heady to know that Oda's was more intense than she assumed and that fact was getting under her skin fast.

Sombra's still scowling a little when she's made to face him again and once he sets a new pace, she's shivering all over again. Within moments, she's biting her lip, fighting to keep from moaning out or giving him any other signal that she's enjoying this.

Because God, is she enjoying this.]

(oda makes no effort to conceal his somewhat smug expression. despite her stubbornness and best efforts to hide it, sombra is clearly enjoying this. he is too.)

Well? Are you going to behave?

[It is so unfair that Oda has the good luck to still be handsome, even while being a smug bastard. His question earns a glare as she stifles a moan.]

Why should I? You're having fun.

You are right, (he almost seems to purr as he leans over sombra, pressing deeper.) I am.

[For a moment it's all too much. His teasing, the game of control they're playing, the way he presses deeper; Sombra could withstand any of these things individually but all at once -- it breaks her resolve. Her answering moan is hot and needy.]

Oda...[She can't hide her shiver or the lustful haze in her gaze.]

Please, I -

(oda swallows her moan with an opened-mouth kiss, finding satisfaction in his apparent victory.)

Sandayu, (he gifts her his name in a hushed tone before he begins again, steadily thrusting. she feels impossibly good around him---a sensation oda has tried to ignore until now.)

You will say my name when you break.

[She takes everything he gives; his kiss, his name, his thrusting - greedy for it, just as he claimed. Sombra nods at his order, voice smoky with lust, just shy of babbling.]

Okay. okay, I will.

[With that she begins to crest again. Her hips work in rhythm with his and soon enough she's too focused on remembering his name - his given name- to remember she's supposed to be difficult.]

Please, more... I need...

(the pursuit of pleasure has outweighed their power struggle now; oda gives to her freely a quickened pace, a hand between them to touch her where she needs it most.)

Ask and you will have it, (he pants at the corner of sombra's mouth.)

[He works her clit and Sombra loses rhythm, shuddering hard as he thrusts into her faster. She arches up to kiss him hard.]

Sandayu, I -- I

[A breath, a thrust and Sombra whines as she shatters.]

Sandayu!

(he mutters encouragements in broken japanese when sombra breaks, the sound of his name on her lips giving him a thrill. oda does not still, though, and grips her hips and continues his punishing pace.

she feels too good. sounds too good. it does not take too much more. oda sheathes himself to the hilt and with a low moan spills himself inside her.)

[Sombra let the weightless warmth of orgasm take her for a moment, breathing deep and enjoying the residual waves of pleasure that ran through her. All in all, a fun time - especially once Oda let go. She'd suspected he was at least a little dominant, but was certainly surprised his dominant streak was so strong.]

Damn [She broke into a fit of giggles, looking quite satisfied.] That was so much, are you okay?

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