shiftingwinds | [7rings] catchall for omi

Hmm...

[is he feeling up to cooking again, she wonders?]

I usually have that covered pretty well - I just don't know when to stop, after all. [the bar is right there. she can sneak drinks now that harrow's probably not monitoring her alcohol intake as closely.] But I've offered to help others with their indulgences, so -

Is there anything I can help you with, Omi?

[He got himself together, more or less.

But he also had a promise he wanted to fulfill.]

Well... I'm envy. Usually that means bites and marks.

[

and because she's a fucking disaster, even though she sounded confident like two seconds ago, she blushes immediately.]

Ah - well... if that's what you need to do...

... Are you sure? You look a little nervous.

[He's not about to be rude about it.]

[just.. fans herself...]

It's just not something I'm used to...! [ahaha...] Back home, if anyone even thought of doing such a thing, my brother would let them have it. So people usually keep their distance, or are very respectful.

But my brother isn't here now! So it's fine.

Yeah, I can see how that would mean you don't have much experience.

[But...]

More importantly, do you want to?

...I can't know if I'd like it or not without ever trying it, right?

[she smiles]

So, it's not that I don't want to. [...] It would help us both! You'd do something you need to do, and I'd find out if that's something I'd enjoy or not.

Alright. Let me know if there's anything you don't like.

[He'll take her hand and pull her into a nice kiss. Omi knows what he's doing and they'll have a good time.]

Ah, of course—

[i. i definitely misread that as he kisses her and and was like, oh, cool, wrist hickey!

kissing she at least knows how to do! so she'll kiss him back. i wonder how many times he's on the kiss counter by now.]

[Please don't make me think about Omi's kiss counter, I am begging you.]

My room? Or yours?

[perish.]

Ah - mine...? It's just me there, so...

[that way they avoid douman walking in on them]

Lead the way.

[No clangs this time.]

[she leads the way!

and this time she does not have a murderbot in her room so there'll be no cucking here. sighs.]

[Now that the door is closed, Omi is kissing down her neck. At the juncture between her neck and shoulder, he bites down and starts sucking. Very intently going to make a mark right here.]

[honestly, that's a good place for it - her robes are easy to slide down enough to bare her neck and shoulder enough to mark up. she gives a soft gasp at the feeling of his lips, teeth, and tongue on her skin.]

Ah...

[that's. that's something.]

[Meanwhile Omi is in so many layers.

He makes a little questioning noise. Good? Does she like it? Should he bite harder?]

[she makes a soft noise, herself, and then nods.

...and then realizes that's probably not all that helpful, so she takes a breath - ]

Mmh... keep going.

[He'll bite a little harder, before moving down to her collarbone. His hands beginning to undo her robes.]

[her robes have so many freaking layers, but once he unties the right sashes and unbuckles the right clasps, they'll come away easily enough.

her skin is smooth and unmarked - well, except for the marks omi is leaving now, anyway. she shivers, trying to stay still to give him an easier time of it.]

[Oh, he is going to make so many marks- but at least he doesn't bite that hard.]

... Tell me how you're feeling? Any requests?

[Now that the robes are gone, he's running his hands down her body.]

Mm...

[the fact that he doesn't bite hard is a godsend (hah). rather than being painful - it just feels nice. a little overwhelming, but that's something she can get used to...?]

Feels good. [the words come out a little breathlessly.] I didn't realize it would be so...

[...nice?

honestly like. whenever she saw people with bitemarks at trial she was just like "ouch".]

[No reason to get intense when she hasn't done something like this before. Omi tries to be considerate of his partners.

Most of the time.]

Nice?

[There's a warm little laugh as he starts kissing down her front, gently sucking at her nipple.]

[that "most of the time" sounds so ominous for some reason.

anyway, she nods again when he says that. nice, yes. nice is a very good word for it. perhaps a bit of an understatement, even; the way his lips trailing down her skin to her breasts feels is more than nice, and the way it feels when he sucks at her nipple is even more than that. she trembles, and a moan slips out from between her lips.

she brings up a hand to her mouth to silence herself, her cheeks flushing a deeper red.]

[He moves further down, leaving a trail of bites, kisses and hickies as he approaches her crotch.]

You know... You don't need to be quiet?

[It's nice to hear what his partner feels and it's even better to hear all the noises he can coax out of her.]

[the lower omi goes, the harder it is for her to be still, and the more flushed and heated she feels. she's trembling with anticipation as he trails kisses and marks down her body, and he'll probably be able to tell just by looking that she's wet.]

I... I don't?

[...it's a little embarrassing to be so loud, though.]

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