shiftingwinds | [7rings] catchall for omi

[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.]

It's just us. Don't be shy.

[He says that, but obviously she can't control how she's feeling at the moment.

Maybe he's gotten used to people who are just vocal and experienced. This is different than Omi's used to, but he doesn't mind at all.

A lick to her crotch.]

More?

Pl—

[since they just got right to it once the door was closed, they're... probably still standing upright, aren't they? or, they were. shi qingxuan's knees buckle, and she throws out a hand to catch herself against the wall lest she actually fall or something.]

Please.

[...that comes out in a gasp.]

[They didn't move to a bed or anything, but the wall is right there, and Omi is a perfectly solid choice to cling to.

There's a pleased noise out of Omi. Then he's just going for it. He's eating her out and he's thorough. Better hang onto something, Shi Qingxuan.]

[

well she's sure as hell not keeping quiet with that! congrats omi you have unlocked shi qingxuan's ability to be vocal. she starts off quiet and muffled, but the longer it goes on, the louder she gets.]

Aaah, mmn... [what can she even hold onto? the wall's solid enough, but she can't really get a firm grip on it. one hand braces against it, though; the other ends up gripping omi's hair, because he's right there.] Omi, please, ahh...!

[Oh! that's a very encouraging noise, and he will be continuing. He makes an noise that can only be construed as into it when she grabs his hair.

He wants to make her come, right here, and he's determined to do it.

Is this sacrilegious or not? He really can't tell.]

[it could be sacrilegious, but if the god in question is enjoying herself... is it really?

and she very much is enjoying herself. omi certainly knows what he's doing, and in truth, it doesn't take much more. she comes with a loud cry, his name on her lips, and finds herself struggling to stay standing, flushed and trembling against the wall, her fingers still tangled in his hair.]

Ah... mmn...

[He pulls just enough away that he can talk to her. But he's still perfectly available for support.

Omi's smile is just a little wolfish.]

Looks like you enjoyed yourself.

[he's also fully clothed, while shi qingxuan is mostly undressed, her robes in a heap and her body absolutely covered in his marks. wow. that's a little embarrassing, in a way.]

...I did.

[more than she'd expected to, honestly. she brings a hand to brush up against one of the hickeys on her neck, and her cheeks flush faintly.]

Did you...?

[Now he'll start to stand back up.]

I did.

[At least with the way her robes are, she can keep his marks hidden.

Until trial.]

[laughs in trial]

Oh, good... I wouldn't have wanted to be the only one who, um, got something... out of that.

[sinjuries.]

[He hasn't done that in a while!]

Do you want to keep going?

[omi your sinjuries...

anyway, she looks up at him through her lashes.]

...do you want to?

Of course.

Ah, we should probably move to the bed for this.

[He'll grab a condom from the table.]

[as long as he actually wants to and she's not just like... bullying him into this...

she shrugs her robes fully off, then pushes off from the wall to follow after him. she has the whole place to herself, since hk-47 is dead (and, like, since he was a robot, it's not like he ever really used either bed).

to the downstairs room, though, because that's easier than climbing up to the loft. she follows after him as he redirects to the table to grab a condom, and brushes her fingers against the hem of his shirt.]

...you're the only one still wearing clothes, that feels a little unfair.

[... What part of this is bullying...?

He follows her to the downstairs bed, and he makes no attempt to take off his layers.]

Would you like to take them off yourself?

[he was getting up!! he might have been about to leave!! she doesn't fucking know.

but anyway, they're moving right along. once they're over by the bed, she nods once, and moves to take his shirt off. is it a button-down? a t-shirt? i can't tell, because his icon is shirtless.

anyway, he's about to be, too.]

Edited (WRONG "TOO" AAAAA) 2021-03-02 06:25 (UTC)

[Sometimes you're just very tall and being crouched down like that is a little uncomfortable! It's fine.

There goes his sweater, and underneath it is... another shirt.

This man loves his layers.]

[

she pulls off this shirt, too, but she's kind of watching him warily like she's expecting there to be another shirt under it.]

[

No, there's no more shirts, she gets full access to his muscles to touch as much as she'd like.]

[you debated having him wear an undershirt, didn't you

anyway, she is looking not-so-respectfully. he's well-built, isn't he? she traces a finger down his chest, admiring the way his muscles feel under her skin.]

...impressive.

[

yes

Also please feel free to objectify this man. There's a reason 50% of his outfits don't come with shirts. He's well built and muscular, like he works out often.]

Thank you.

[well, as long as he's proud of it...

and, speaking of pride. after a moment or two to gaze not-so-respectfully upon omi's muscles, she puts her hands on his shoulders and pushes him down, slightly, so that he's sitting on the edge of the bed. she's sort of over him? it's fine.

she doesn't know what she's doing exactly, but she's trying.]

...you made me feel good, before. What would make you feel good?

[It's fine. Omi doesn't mind a little bit of pushing when it comes to the bedroom.

He wraps an arm around her waist and tugs her a little closer.]

There's a lot of things I like. What are you interested in?

Hmm...

[actually, it's a good thing they practiced fanservice lines earlier? also, she probably wouldn't be this bold if she wasn't feeling more inclined toward pride this week.

she reaches up to tilt his chin upwards with a finger.]

I'm interested in making you feel so good that the only thing you can say is my name.

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