Excuse you. Only kind of cute? He's damned cute and he knows it. Green hair, young face, wicked smirk and a tongue barbell. How much cuter can you get? But in all seriousness, damn was she fun. there was nothing timid about her, and that was such a turn on to him. Too many people were shy and timid and that could be fun, but not his favorite.
he could feel her push him back, but not away. Just, leading him back else where. His bed? He smirked at that. She has no idea how few people have been IN his bed. That it's super rare to take anyone home. The thought of having his own bed to be in was kind of a new one or him.
Getting that first black button up off, arms back, trying to work it off his shoulders he hummed a pleased town. "Behind the screen back here." He rumbled. His room was large. There was very little to it though. His weapons he had to train with and respected just well enough to keep well clean but not train with as much as he should. There was a shelf with books, and a small tower of manga leaned against it. He had clothing here and there, because he's a lazy shit too. And a zigzagging screen blocking a permanent thick futon bed, the sheets in dark green with orange, completely unmade and very lived in. Clean but... it was clear he was too busy to be a neat boy.
He did start to walk backwards with her though, pulling at his tank top, yanking it off over his head. Where Hanzo had the starts of his dragon tattoos down his arm, he had the start and framework of his own over his back and shoulders. Mostly hidden from her as he walked backwards, his hands having fallen to her sweater dress, fingers looped around it and tugging, but leaving it on her, just leading her back.
This is bad form surely - well, it is to the Shimada elders- but all Sombra can think about is how good he feels as she helps him strip. She leans in as she helps tugs the sleeves of the button up off and stretches along his body when he pulls the tank top off.
At that she pulls back enough to look over him. He's well built, a little more muscular than she expected for his speed but all in all - a pretty impressive notch on her bedpost.
Oh, it's most definitely bad form for a Shimada, but did anyone think he cared? He's about to toss more clothing across his floor. There goes that shirt, landing somewhere off to the side, like he cared.
As she looked him over he looked her over as well, hands tucked in the front of that dress, pulling it and her with it, careful not to stretch it too much, but still tugging.
"Oh, you can leave it on. I like it. It will come off when it is ready to." He said with a smirk, his leg hitting the wood platform around his bed and stopping. he reached forward with every intent of grabbing her and tossing her to the bed.
Because he was going to continue where he left off, if he had any say at all in this matter.
She should have figured that he liked the sweater, but it's little surprise with the way he keeps messing with it. However for a moment, Sombra resists Genji's pull, laughing as she pushes him back onto the bed.
"Hey, it's my turn guapo."
Quick, maybe even quicker than he's used to seeing her move, she's straddling him and pressing kisses from his mouth along his jawline.
No lie about the sweater. He does rather like it. There was something about how it covered everything yet seemed to cover nothing at all that he liked. Wearing something like this begs to be stared at. He's just glad he can do more than that.
Except, just as he went to pull her, she shoved him back and the little ungraceful flail of surprise might actually have been comical. He fell back on the bed and scrambled back a few inches as he watched her move with surprising speed, straddled over him and kissing him once again.
His brain was suddenly sluggish, like he wasn't sure how to react. No one's pushed him around before, apparently. Still, kisses were good, and as she worked down his jaw he mumbled. "You make a guy want to learn Spanish."
This is what Sombra lives for; whether it some greedy fat cat in Dorado or a crown jewel of Japan's criminal underbelly, there is nothing that makes her happier than having control. Quietly, he mumbles about about Spanish and she gets the best idea she's had in a good long while. Let's see how sharp that mind is when you want something, Genji.
"Hmmm?" She sits up, flipping her hair back with the momentum and grinning like the cat in the cream. "Well, then. Let's play a game, Genji~."
She makes a thumbs up, still smiling. "Si." A thumbs down. "No." Finally, she mimes pleading, hands folded in front of her. "Por Favor."
With that, she cocks her head at him, smirking as she draws her nails down his chest. "Comprende?"
He was surprised once again as she flung her hair back and hovered over him like she did. His hands dropped to rest on the outsides of her thighs, brow raised and looking up at her a bit unsure. A game? And then she started giving motions and words.
"Si. Yes." He said carefully, trying to repeat it back to her after each one. "No. Not much change there." And then those hands folded in front of her in a pleading like way. A smile cracked across his face. "Par F-...Por Faf... Por favor?." He worked it out, head tilting a bit as he grinned. "Ah, please?" He asked, as if to double check.
That last word he didn't need to figure out. He'd heard her use it before as it was. Heard it through TV and things. He'd heard Si before as well. So this wasn't too hard. The nails scratching down his chest however sent a jolt through his body and he let a very soft grown escape as he said.
At his acquiescence, Sombra nodded, beaming. So the game was on to see what drove him crazy. Noting his appreciation of the feeling of nails on his skin, she leaned in to kiss him properly once more and enjoyed the feeling of his hands on her thighs. Slowly, she began to work her way down to his neck, sucking lightly as she lazily rocked rocked her hips.
"Como Este?", she asked pausing to wait for his answer.
For once, Genji isn't trying to topple the others power over him. He's still a bit surprised that she's taken over like so. A pay back maybe, for the kitchen. Still, he lays there on his back, his hands lazily rubbing over bare thighs, fingers curling into her hips in small flexes once in a while. Completely captivated by her as she hovered over him.
He pushed up into the kiss, trying to get a small nip in at her lips before she trailed away, down his neck. He did enjoy the nails at his chest before, as well as the feel of her lips sucking lightly at his neck. The rock of her hips was meet with a small roll of his own up to her.
"I ah..." Nope, he had no idea what the hell she just said. He let out a small groan as he felt her lips hover over his neck as she paused. Instead of answering he suddenly just chuckled, a deep rich chuckle, grinning. "I have... no idea what you said." He said honestly. He took English and some Russian, not Spanish. He's out of his element here.
She's humming with how good everything feels, enjoying all the little responses she's drawing out of him with her kissing and movement. To his great credit, Genji does his best to to play along until he just laughs and admits that he can't quite keep his focus.
It makes Sombra laugh brightly.
"Okay, okay. I'll use English. You have to use Spanish or I won't listen, alright?"
After a moment, she returns to kissing his neck and drags her teeth lightly over his pulse.
He can't help it. The feel of her form hovering over him was a new change and he liked it. More so that she had such damn good legs (please, he really likes legs), and they were settled on either side of him. How could he not respond well to that.
He opened his mouth to reply to her question. Yeah, that sounds good. Then he closed his mouth, looking up at her a moment, before simply saying. "Si."
His hands tightened at her hips a moment as he felt her kissing down his neck again, the teeth dragging over soft skin like that. He let a soft groan hum in his throat before repeating... "Si. Si. Si." Yeah, he liked that. Grinning like a cat under her.
He sounds good under the spell of her touch, the way he keeps groaning challenging her own resolve. Though he probably feels her laugh, rather than hear it - her mouth particularly occupied at the moment. It feels damned good when he holds her hips a little tighter.
After a moment, she shifts. It slides her away from his touch, but allows her to press light kisses to his chest as she moves. Finally, she pauses to look up at him drawing her nails along his torso again.
"It feels like you had fun teasing me in the kitchen like that. But I wonder if you can take it..."
There was no reason to hold sounds back in here. The house was built fairly traditional in some cases, but also built like a god damn fort. No one would hear them inside his room. And damn did it feel good to be on the receiving end at the moment.
He gave a small huff of disapproval as she slipped form his hold. He'd just started to try and trail up to her side only to find his hands empty now as she inched back. He shifted, one arm bent, resting on an elbow as he watched her, sucking in a breath and holding it as her nails dragged down his chest. Most girls he meets have great nails. He loves nails. Most girls are too concerned with breaking them that they don't USE them. She no doubt has noticed that she has him aroused, and the scratch of nails actually makes him twitch.
"Not going to lie. Teasing you has been the highlight of my week. I fully intend to do it again, real soon." He grinned down at her, shifting his hips under her.
She meets his disappointed huff with one of her own, placing one finger to her lips in a 'hush' before teasing her nails along his stomach.
"Ah-ah, Genji. Spanish."
It's mostly a challenge to see what he does when being mouthy will keep him from what he wants and to see how helpless she can make him before his lust gets the better of him.
Sombra traces her nails down his torso in a smooth motion as she slides to kneel on the floor in front of him. She looks comfortable, leaning on one thigh as she traces the skin at his waistband lightly before looking up an meeting his eye with a devilish grin.
"Well," she purrs, her touch ghosting lower to stroke him through the slacks. "It feels like you want me to tease you. Do you?"
At her pause, giving him his challenge again he groaned, head rolling to the side a moment as he smiled charmingly. "Spanish. Spanish. Espanol! I got it, Yes. Ah, Si, si." He huffed with a small chuckle, giving her a expectant look as if to say, see? I used a word you didn't teach me. Espanol. ...Or he hoped he used it right.
And then those nails again. He let himself drop back on the bed, groaning in a way that said she was killing him with good things. Generally he's not that needy for someone to get HIM undressed, but he cant help the way his hips try to shift up to her hands as they were so close.
"Ah, Si ... Um... por favor. Si?" He sounded unsure of what he said, but hoping he got that right. Reward him please.
With an impressive effort, Sombra keeps from laughing too quickly. His enthusiasm brightens her own and she gives him a little acknowledging nod at 'espanol'. She's still smiling as she begins to open his pants - the little needy buck of his hips drawing another little chuckle.
"Nice use of please," she manages with an overly amused tone. "I appreciate the manners."
The change of pace is enjoyable and watching him unravel bit by bit is...very alluring. Once his hips shift again, she pulls his pants down his hips and leans forward to press kisses to just above the waistband of his boxers. Her eyes flick up to meet his as she presses light kisses on the fabric, ghosting her mouth over the curve of his hardness.
Well, when all you are allowed to say is yes, no and please? What else is he suppose to give other than manners? Okay that wasn't true, but he thought the use of please would win him some points and it seemed to.
"I'd give you more manners if you taught me thank you." He shot back with a grin, looking down at her as she got him partly out of his black slacks. He couldn't lie but damn did it feel good to get out of those.
That was one thing that could be said about the youngest Shimada, he was animated when in private. Around others in the clan he seemed much more silent, flat, annoyed or just uninterested. Get him in private and he came more alive. Get him teasing or being teased, and he was all smiles.
The kiss to his boxers waste band was hot. He kept eye contact with her as she trailed over his covered erection like that. The simple question was met with a soft rumble in his throat and a very simple. "Si". It took all he had not to squirm under her, eyes focused on her face and what she was doing.
At his smartass comment, she flicked his side before raising her head enough to be heard properly.
"Gracias."
She was the opposite of Genji in a lot of ways. While she wouldn't say she liked people, she was always curious about them and often enjoyed talking to most of the people she met. Alone, she was quiet and nearly always reading or watching something.
Where Sombra truly shined, despite how affable she seemed, was one on one conversation. Quick to read people, she always knew what to say to keep people on their toes and what to say to reveal things they wanted to keep to themselves.
Being alone with someone meant that she could focus her cleverness and curiosity on them; a fact that Genji was surely benefitting from at the moment.
Slowly she drew his boxers down, leaning to kiss his hip bone as she began to stroke him. Her grip wasn't too hard, but her pace was so slow. Every time she stroked was from base to tip, twisting her wrist a little as she reached the head of his cock.
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he could feel her push him back, but not away. Just, leading him back else where. His bed? He smirked at that. She has no idea how few people have been IN his bed. That it's super rare to take anyone home. The thought of having his own bed to be in was kind of a new one or him.
Getting that first black button up off, arms back, trying to work it off his shoulders he hummed a pleased town. "Behind the screen back here." He rumbled. His room was large. There was very little to it though. His weapons he had to train with and respected just well enough to keep well clean but not train with as much as he should. There was a shelf with books, and a small tower of manga leaned against it. He had clothing here and there, because he's a lazy shit too. And a zigzagging screen blocking a permanent thick futon bed, the sheets in dark green with orange, completely unmade and very lived in. Clean but... it was clear he was too busy to be a neat boy.
He did start to walk backwards with her though, pulling at his tank top, yanking it off over his head. Where Hanzo had the starts of his dragon tattoos down his arm, he had the start and framework of his own over his back and shoulders. Mostly hidden from her as he walked backwards, his hands having fallen to her sweater dress, fingers looped around it and tugging, but leaving it on her, just leading her back.
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At that she pulls back enough to look over him. He's well built, a little more muscular than she expected for his speed but all in all - a pretty impressive notch on her bedpost.
"On or off?" she asks before kissing him again.
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As she looked him over he looked her over as well, hands tucked in the front of that dress, pulling it and her with it, careful not to stretch it too much, but still tugging.
"Oh, you can leave it on. I like it. It will come off when it is ready to." He said with a smirk, his leg hitting the wood platform around his bed and stopping. he reached forward with every intent of grabbing her and tossing her to the bed.
Because he was going to continue where he left off, if he had any say at all in this matter.
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"Hey, it's my turn guapo."
Quick, maybe even quicker than he's used to seeing her move, she's straddling him and pressing kisses from his mouth along his jawline.
"I think you'll like my kind of fun."
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Except, just as he went to pull her, she shoved him back and the little ungraceful flail of surprise might actually have been comical. He fell back on the bed and scrambled back a few inches as he watched her move with surprising speed, straddled over him and kissing him once again.
His brain was suddenly sluggish, like he wasn't sure how to react. No one's pushed him around before, apparently. Still, kisses were good, and as she worked down his jaw he mumbled. "You make a guy want to learn Spanish."
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"Hmmm?" She sits up, flipping her hair back with the momentum and grinning like the cat in the cream. "Well, then. Let's play a game, Genji~."
She makes a thumbs up, still smiling. "Si."
A thumbs down. "No."
Finally, she mimes pleading, hands folded in front of her. "Por Favor."
With that, she cocks her head at him, smirking as she draws her nails down his chest. "Comprende?"
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"Si. Yes." He said carefully, trying to repeat it back to her after each one. "No. Not much change there." And then those hands folded in front of her in a pleading like way. A smile cracked across his face. "Par F-...Por Faf... Por favor?." He worked it out, head tilting a bit as he grinned. "Ah, please?" He asked, as if to double check.
That last word he didn't need to figure out. He'd heard her use it before as it was. Heard it through TV and things. He'd heard Si before as well. So this wasn't too hard. The nails scratching down his chest however sent a jolt through his body and he let a very soft grown escape as he said.
"Si..."
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"Como Este?", she asked pausing to wait for his answer.
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He pushed up into the kiss, trying to get a small nip in at her lips before she trailed away, down his neck. He did enjoy the nails at his chest before, as well as the feel of her lips sucking lightly at his neck. The rock of her hips was meet with a small roll of his own up to her.
"I ah..." Nope, he had no idea what the hell she just said. He let out a small groan as he felt her lips hover over his neck as she paused. Instead of answering he suddenly just chuckled, a deep rich chuckle, grinning. "I have... no idea what you said." He said honestly. He took English and some Russian, not Spanish. He's out of his element here.
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It makes Sombra laugh brightly.
"Okay, okay. I'll use English. You have to use Spanish or I won't listen, alright?"
After a moment, she returns to kissing his neck and drags her teeth lightly over his pulse.
"Do you like this?"
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He opened his mouth to reply to her question. Yeah, that sounds good. Then he closed his mouth, looking up at her a moment, before simply saying. "Si."
His hands tightened at her hips a moment as he felt her kissing down his neck again, the teeth dragging over soft skin like that. He let a soft groan hum in his throat before repeating... "Si. Si. Si." Yeah, he liked that. Grinning like a cat under her.
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After a moment, she shifts. It slides her away from his touch, but allows her to press light kisses to his chest as she moves. Finally, she pauses to look up at him drawing her nails along his torso again.
"It feels like you had fun teasing me in the kitchen like that. But I wonder if you can take it..."
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He gave a small huff of disapproval as she slipped form his hold. He'd just started to try and trail up to her side only to find his hands empty now as she inched back. He shifted, one arm bent, resting on an elbow as he watched her, sucking in a breath and holding it as her nails dragged down his chest. Most girls he meets have great nails. He loves nails. Most girls are too concerned with breaking them that they don't USE them. She no doubt has noticed that she has him aroused, and the scratch of nails actually makes him twitch.
"Not going to lie. Teasing you has been the highlight of my week. I fully intend to do it again, real soon." He grinned down at her, shifting his hips under her.
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"Ah-ah, Genji. Spanish."
It's mostly a challenge to see what he does when being mouthy will keep him from what he wants and to see how helpless she can make him before his lust gets the better of him.
Sombra traces her nails down his torso in a smooth motion as she slides to kneel on the floor in front of him. She looks comfortable, leaning on one thigh as she traces the skin at his waistband lightly before looking up an meeting his eye with a devilish grin.
"Well," she purrs, her touch ghosting lower to stroke him through the slacks. "It feels like you want me to tease you. Do you?"
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And then those nails again. He let himself drop back on the bed, groaning in a way that said she was killing him with good things. Generally he's not that needy for someone to get HIM undressed, but he cant help the way his hips try to shift up to her hands as they were so close.
"Ah, Si ... Um... por favor. Si?" He sounded unsure of what he said, but hoping he got that right. Reward him please.
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"Nice use of please," she manages with an overly amused tone. "I appreciate the manners."
The change of pace is enjoyable and watching him unravel bit by bit is...very alluring. Once his hips shift again, she pulls his pants down his hips and leans forward to press kisses to just above the waistband of his boxers. Her eyes flick up to meet his as she presses light kisses on the fabric, ghosting her mouth over the curve of his hardness.
"Want more?"
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"I'd give you more manners if you taught me thank you." He shot back with a grin, looking down at her as she got him partly out of his black slacks. He couldn't lie but damn did it feel good to get out of those.
That was one thing that could be said about the youngest Shimada, he was animated when in private. Around others in the clan he seemed much more silent, flat, annoyed or just uninterested. Get him in private and he came more alive. Get him teasing or being teased, and he was all smiles.
The kiss to his boxers waste band was hot. He kept eye contact with her as she trailed over his covered erection like that. The simple question was met with a soft rumble in his throat and a very simple. "Si". It took all he had not to squirm under her, eyes focused on her face and what she was doing.
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"Gracias."
She was the opposite of Genji in a lot of ways. While she wouldn't say she liked people, she was always curious about them and often enjoyed talking to most of the people she met. Alone, she was quiet and nearly always reading or watching something.
Where Sombra truly shined, despite how affable she seemed, was one on one conversation. Quick to read people, she always knew what to say to keep people on their toes and what to say to reveal things they wanted to keep to themselves.
Being alone with someone meant that she could focus her cleverness and curiosity on them; a fact that Genji was surely benefitting from at the moment.
Slowly she drew his boxers down, leaning to kiss his hip bone as she began to stroke him. Her grip wasn't too hard, but her pace was so slow. Every time she stroked was from base to tip, twisting her wrist a little as she reached the head of his cock.
"Do you want me to go fast?"