Teasing again? (his voice falters a fraction and his eyes briefly shut while sombra tends to his jaw. it is just arrhythmic enough to keep him off-kilter but not wholly unpleasant.)
(oda does not argue her point but if it is because she is right or it is just the fact that is too distracted to do so. he gives her a particularly pointed nip before moving to bat away her hand.)
(make me? oda crosses his arms, clearly considering his next move. as it turns out it is the simplest one: to move forward and attempt to wrap his arms around her thighs and hoist sombra over his shoulder.)
[As he crosses his arms, Sombra meets his gaze and bats her eyelashes at him - the picture of someone who knows exactly what she’s doing. It means, of course, she’s unprepared for Oda’s attempt to sweep her off of her feet.
She makes a choked off squawk, remembering they’re supposed to be quiet.]
[Safely on the bed, Sombra forgets that she is supposed to be annoyed with Oda for interrupting her fun. Her gaze scans over him hungrily and when their gazes meet again, she flushes a little and turns her head to examine a particularly interesting spot on the wall.]
I was having a little fun. [While the "pout" is back, she sounds rather pleased at his little show of athleticism.] You really need to throw me around?
(his kiss along her neck turns to a bite, maybe hard enough to bruise.)
Since you asked nicely...(oda soothes her with a kiss but sombra has lit a fire in him with her request. finally he touches her, delving two fingers inside.)
[The bite earns a gasp, followed by a heated, needy sound Sombra makes in the back of her throat. One hand she uses to lean and the other she runs into the long fall of his hair, shifting her posture to open her legs further for him. ]
(that sound she makes earns a pleased purr and he threatens to nip at her again, but the graze is softer with his attention divided. she is warm and wet and the want to be inside her a fuck her through the mattress is strong. really strong. he thrusts his fingers a few more times before withdrawing and making a bit of a show of licking his fingers clean.)
[ The graze of his teeth earns another needy noise, colored with impatience. Sombra can't help but frown a little at the loss of his touch, eyes hazy with lust.]
Oda...[She whines, a little petulant before the sight of him takes the complaint right out her mouth. Her lips stay parted, her mouth a little dry as she watches him lick his fingers clean. Their eyes meet and she shudders at his hunger, at his question. She knows she can't answer "everything" - time is not their friend at the moment.
Settling for batting his hand out of the way, she kisses him hard, moaning at the taste of herself on his tongue.]
(he smiles against her kiss, taking some satisfaction in diffusing sombra's petulance. but he is not cruel, and he wants her too. oda grips her hips and pulls her to him and dispenses with any further prelude. it is a rough thrust with which he takes her, sinking to the hilt and making him groan in pleasure.
his lust is not unlike his anger: a well-restrained beast until he reaches a breaking point.)
[Sombra nips his lip as he grabs her, stifling a giggle under the show of strength. His rough thrust is met with a fluttering of lashes and a hot sigh of 'oh, fuck' as she feels him fill her mercilessly.
Wait, quiet - she remembers the need for silence, biting her lip as she meets his gaze with an enthusiastic nod.]
(that sighed curse is electrifying and oda kisses her hard enough that their teeth clink together. a pace is quickly set, an animalistic rutting. he wants to feel all of her: teeth biting his lip, nails raking down the planes of his back, her velvet heat around his cock. he holds her gaze intensely, wondering if it woulf be too much if he were to put a hand to her throat but refraining from the impulse.)
[The roughness is almost hypnotizing; his kiss leaves her lips soft and swollen, each of his thrusts drawing little mewling noises. She clings to him, brows knitting with the effort to stay quiet.
Sombra meets his gaze, so weak for him, trying her best to keep her pleas low. 'Oda', 'Please', and 'More' until she breaks a little, groaning as she lifts her head to present her throat like a gift.]
(her pleas are music. fingers, deft and strong enough to break bone, find purchase upon her throat. oda moves unthinking, his nostrils flared as he breathes heavily and gaze unwavering. he uses just enough pressure with his thumb to one side, the rest on the other. sombra feels---sounds! looks!---so perfect he questions why he ever balked at her advances. the pace is unforgiving and he finds himself thankful that the headboard is mounted to the wall.)
[His strength is mesmerizing; hand so careful on her throat as he takes her. She knows he won't hurt her, but honestly, the fact he could gives her a rush and leaves her wanting everything he could give her. Sombra grins, lustful and wild, taking everything Oda gives, moaning quietly at his pace.]
(he leans down over sombra, close enough to kiss again and eyes intense. the pressure does not change, nor the snap of his hips again and again, chasing that which he has not had in some time. his free hand slips between them, seeking her pleasure too.)
Do not look away. (the order comes in a harshly whispered hiss.)
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[Her declaration is matched by a slow, steady stroke.]
You like it.
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On the bed.
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Then he orders her to the bed and Sombra smiles, chin raising haughtily.]
Make me.
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She makes a choked off squawk, remembering they’re supposed to be quiet.]
Oda!
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[Her tone is more pouty than anything else as she tries to stifle laughing herself.]
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For someone who said you wanted me, you are being difficult. (he is teasing, of course.)
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I was having a little fun. [While the "pout" is back, she sounds rather pleased at his little show of athleticism.] You really need to throw me around?
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Don't.
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Since you asked nicely...(oda soothes her with a kiss but sombra has lit a fire in him with her request. finally he touches her, delving two fingers inside.)
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Tell me what you want.
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Oda...[She whines, a little petulant before the sight of him takes the complaint right out her mouth. Her lips stay parted, her mouth a little dry as she watches him lick his fingers clean. Their eyes meet and she shudders at his hunger, at his question. She knows she can't answer "everything" - time is not their friend at the moment.
Settling for batting his hand out of the way, she kisses him hard, moaning at the taste of herself on his tongue.]
Fuck me.
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his lust is not unlike his anger: a well-restrained beast until he reaches a breaking point.)
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Wait, quiet - she remembers the need for silence, biting her lip as she meets his gaze with an enthusiastic nod.]
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Sombra meets his gaze, so weak for him, trying her best to keep her pleas low. 'Oda', 'Please', and 'More' until she breaks a little, groaning as she lifts her head to present her throat like a gift.]
Please
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Yes, Oda...
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Do not look away. (the order comes in a harshly whispered hiss.)
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