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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[electro_kinetic]

The lack of attention to them is strange for Noriko, but oddly...appreciated. It's one time she won't have to explain the effects of her mutation and the whole crazy story of why she's not even legally able to drink and has those kinds of scars. She likes that. She also doesn't get that response a whole lot.

"It is pretty awesome that way," she says, taking the vibrator between slim fingers, with unpainted nails, though she isn't quite so bold as to simply click it back on and undo his fly. She only touches the end--thankful at the moment that it's silicon-coated--to the top of his sternum, letting the vibration start low as she slides it down, counting the ribs she passes and pausing at the end of his ribcage.

[i_am_your_host]

He hums a little purr at the initial touch, his eyelashes fluttering, lips twitching into a wider smile as she drags the vibrator down his torso. As she does so, he slowly unbuttons his fly, letting the waistband sag low on his narrow hips. He's not wearing underwear.

He rests on hand on her hip. The other hand slides over her arm with a feather-light touch, fingers wrapping gently around her hand. She can still take it wherever she wants, and he'll follow.

His head is bowed toward hers, their faces close to one another. She'll feel his hot, heavy breath on her lips, on her cheek.

[electro_kinetic]

"Commando, huh?" she asks, amused as she tugs on a belt loop--she is not nervous of bare bodies, not at all--and moves her hand further down his waist. Her hands are oddly smooth, being encased in metal ninety-eight percent of the time, and she turns her head to rest her forehead on his temple as she extends her arm and rubs the vibrator along the ridge of his pubic bone.

"God, you're pale," Nori chuckles.

[i_am_your_host]

"Commando? I may never understand your modern lingo, but it is definitely amusing."

He bites his bottom lip in a languid grin as she moves her hand lower, a soft moan escaping his throat. He slides his hand further around her waist, as his trousers slip down over his hips and pool at his feet.

"Nocturnal habits, darling. I go to bed when the sun comes up."

[electro_kinetic]

"Means you're not wearing anything under these," she says, nudging the pooled fabric at his feet. "Which a lot of us like," Nori adds.

She sinks down on the edge of the bed with a smile, hand at his hip and pulling him a little closer. The other hand, with the vibrator, wraps slowly around his dick with the little silicone bullet held in the cradle of her fingers against his skin. "I'm way too much of a day person, then."

[i_am_your_host]

"I shall remember that," he says with a crooked grin.

He moves with her toward the bed. And when she presses the vibrator against his cock he inhales sharply and throws his head back with a little cry, tinged with a breathless laugh. He grasps her shoulders, eagerly leaning into her touch.

"Daytime is overrated."

If he knew about Star Wars, he might make a crack about luring her to the dark side.

[electro_kinetic]

She just chuckles when he laughs and tosses his head back, because she's yet to know anyone who can honestly dislike the feeling of vibration right there. You just have to be bold with it. "I'm assuming that means you like it," Nori murmurs, a definite grin curving her mouth as she leans back on one elbow.

She's slowly stroking him, obviously pretty familiar with how this whole game works and not in any kind of real hurry to get it done with. "Come lay down with me."

[i_am_your_host]

She can also assume that he likes it because she'll feel his flesh start to firm up.

And she doesn't have to repeat her invitation twice.

Moving with the languidness of a cat, he joins her on the bed, lounging half on the mattress, half on top of her. He rests his weight on his elbow and hip, his body turned just so to leave enough room for her to keep her hand where it is, as he dips his head to plant kisses down the side of her neck to the pit of her throat.

[electro_kinetic]

She bends her knee, trapping his thigh against the back of her knee as she twists her hand and works his cock until he's hard, playing her fingertips over his skin. It's not the most urgent, the most excited kind of foreplay, but the fire that's slow to build burns hot, and long.

Noriko has not had sex in a long while by most people's standards; by teenage ones, it's been an eternity. And damn if the way he moves is not really sexy, the sinuous arch of his spine just in reach of her hand. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps and her nipples peak as his lips trace down her throat, making her hum and arch her hips up. "That all you can with that mouth?"

[i_am_your_host]

He slowly moves his hips, nudging her hand, pressing his stiffened cock against her fingers and the vibrator, as hot, sighing purrs waft over her skin in the wake of his lips.

He caresses her arm with an uninhibited touch, fingertips trailing up to her shoulder, down over her breast. His hand is soft, slender, moving with an almost feminine grace as he teases her nipple.

She'll feel his lip curl in a smirk when she asks her question.

This mouth? Has made everyone from English vicars to German barmaids to stoic vampires come. It is an equalizer.

He picks his head up, lips trailing along her jaw toward her mouth.

"Believe me, darling, you'll find out exactly what it can do..."

And he kisses her. Because he's also really good at making out.

[electro_kinetic]

Nori squeezes him in her hand when he presses against her, and clicks the button on the vibrator to turn the speed up. She likes being able to get those little rhythmic sighs out of him--out of anyone, really, but him in particular because he doesn't seem like he's trying too hard.

She just grins back at him when that smirk slides against her neck, though it takes the moment's space of him lifting his head for her to chuckle and bite the end of her tongue playfully. "Uh-huh," she teases. "Is this the part where I bang out that line about me love you long time?" She's not above using it for a laugh, especially when they are in bed.

[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.