oom: for i_am_your_host

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko's room is much like the occupant--eclectic, though not quite to the point of 'chinoiserie a go-go', despite the varied japanese touches. (She figures it works for her, given she's actually from Japan, and hey, even she likes being around familiar things.)

She doesn't ditch the gauntlets first thing, but it's definitely on her mind.

Right next to 'this should be entertaining'. It feels a little strange to invite someone to her room after a solid couple of years wherein the only sexual activity was powered by batteries. But hey, it's like riding a bike, or so Noriko assumes.

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[i_am_your_host]

She increases the speed and he exhales a short, sharp breath against her skin at the sensation, arching into her hand, pressing flush against her body.

His fingertips migrate lower, down her side, over her hip to grasp at her thigh. And he snorts a chuckle at her suggestion.

"Darling, please," he says, nipping at her bottom lip. "If I wanted to hear that, I would ask if you wanted me to bark unreasonable orders at you in German."

[electro_kinetic]

"Well," she laughs, switching the vibrator to her other hand and matching the one of his on her thigh, "I might draw the line at barking."

Noriko slides his hand up her thigh to the curve of her ass, smiling as he gets up close and personal enough for her to rub against his hips with hers. "I suppose I should ask which one of us should be pitching before we get started."

[i_am_your_host]

"Everyone has their kinks," he murmurs with a smirk against the corner of her mouth. "Fortunately, that is not one of mine, either."

With his hand on her ass, he draws her lower body even closer. The vibrator thrums merrily away between them, when she asks her question, and...

"...Pitching?"

[electro_kinetic]

"Yeah," she laughs, pushing up against him and smiling as she wraps her legs around his. "Pitching. Fucking. As in being on top," Noriko murmurs, drawing a fingertip up his spine slowly.