la_sombra

(and devour oda does. the scent of the hot springs lingers on her yet. he works diligently, seeking to coax all the sounds he forbade the last time from her. kissing, lapping, drinking her in and savoring every whine and shudder...this had been part of sombra's fantasy. the though of her alone and thinking of him, using her own hand makes him ache.)

[Pleasure lances through her as he works. Sombra doesn't bother keeping quiet - sighs become whimpers, whimpers become moans.]

Yes...wanted you like this...so bad...

[He's so much better than dreaming, so much better than being alone and wishing. She rocks against his mouth, greedy for sensation.]

More, baby. Give me more...

(bright eyes flick upwards and acknowledging her pleas. oda takes his time actually acting on her request, though. arms hook around sombra's thighs to keep them parted but also to make her be still as he works in teasing patterns and pressure until settling on something consistent.)

[Violet meets blue and Sombra shudders; those eyes of his are unfair. She arches a little in his grasp, fighting for more as he teases her.]

Oda...

[Once he settles into a rhythm, she moans a little louder.]

Fuck.

(her moans do encourage him not to tease too much; oda wants to hear more of them. more of his name, more of her cursing. unrelenting, he continues with intent to drive sombra to the edge.)

[ Praise leaves her in a filthy litany; pleading his name, pleading for more and nearly all of it is bracketed with swearing. Her fingers twist in the covers and what little movement he let her have, she uses to follow his rhythm.

Wound up as she was, it doesn't take long for her breath to shallow and her hips to stagger out of the pace he set.]

'm close. I'm so close.

(her praise goes a long way and oda holds steady, glancing up only to see her face. lips parted, brows knit together as she searches for completion by his doing. he is not cruel in this regard and will give sombra what she wants.

he releases one thigh only to make use of his fingers in tandem with lips. he slips one finger, then a second, in easily and curls them within.)

[His fingers fill her and she gasps, nodding as he gives her what she's been seeking. She shatters quickly, crying out as she shudders, driven over the edge by his touch.

Sombra takes a moment to breathe, chest rising and falling as the afterglow settles. She sits up a little to look at Oda curiously. Not that she was going to complain, but she expected him to be a little meaner, a little more demanding. Her mind went to their first meeting, the hand on her throat and the hissed order.]

Huh.

[She chalked it up to the forbidden feeling of their last meeting, not realizing she'd said anything aloud.]

(he watches her rise and fall before pulling away slightly and wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. and then sombra is looking at him with an expression oda cannot quite discern.

frowning, he sits up.)

Are you displeased?

[Watching him, it takes a moment for his question to register. Oh no.]

No! I-

[She flushes momentarily, embarrassed that her thoughts where so easily caught. Shaking her head, she thinks for a moment.]

That was…that was great. [A shrug as a sly smile slides onto her face.]

Seems like you’re holding back, is all.

Holding back? (oda huffs, slinking back up and moving to press sombra again on her back. at first he stares, scrutinizing. it is true he has certainly been more aggressive and that she likes it---a lot. he does not speak when his fingertips graze her cheek and trace down to full, kiss-swollen lips. and even still when they dance over her chin and along her throat.

then his grip squeezes. oda speaks softly, his deep voice eerily calm.)

You want me uninhibited?

[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.)

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