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Ramattra wasn't the most experienced with sex, or anything remotely related to it. He thought it to be a human behaviour, which in his opinion was vile and filthy. He didn't see the appeal of it, of wanting to connect bodies with someone. That was until he got involved with Takara, both romantically and sexually.
Seeing the flicker in her storm-grey eyes as she looked to him whenever they were enraptured with one another's bodies was the most delightful, and arousing, thing Ramattra had ever felt. He never believed himself to fall under the wicked spell of the biological reaction of arousal like a human would. Ramattra, or any other omnic, didn't work the same way as humans, but it was close enough to get the same sort of feeling. And despite never believing he'd fall for the spell of anything related to humans, the past week or so, he and Takara had talked of changing things up in their sex life. Not that he didn't enjoy what it was usually; he enjoyed having her body as his own and trusting her to have his body as hers.
It was exhilarating, but this was most certainly different.
And when he entered his room in the shrine, there she was. Idly fidgeting at the books on the shelves, he was not at all surprised to see Takara inspecting over his books as if they were the most delicate thing in the world. She was always a welcoming sight to see. Dark long hair, pale skin and a face he had come to find oddly pretty, with his past dislike for humans. Looking her over, Ramattra noticed she wore nothing but a monk robe that snugged around her body nicely. He dare not linger too long on whether or not she wore anything underneath, or else he would be lost in a mind of questions.
As he moved closer to her, his human lover soon noticed the omnic monks' presence and jumped with surprise. Placing a hand on the curve of her hip, Ramattra pressed his chest against her back as he looked over her head to the bookshelf. He inquired curiously, other hand going to run his fingers over the spine of books, "Not to your liking?"
"I think I need to recommend some books, because your taste is rather questionable," she teased, one of her slim, warm hands moving to linger on his that had settled on her. He always enjoyed her warm hands, as much as he enjoyed her body, but her hands were smooth and inviting against his own. Ramattra had often watched her flick her way through the thin, delicate pages of books, the soft action was endearing. It had followed through when she would ever trace his metal frame with her fingers as if her fingers were the legs of a graceful ice-skater. Her quiet whisper was heard below, it was husky as she muttered, "You've been keeping me waiting a while."
"Zenyatta wanted to go over a few more teachings," he replied back with an excuse. Ramattra had a feeling that she didn't take it as a valid reason.
Intertwining her fingers with his, Takara turned to face him and looking down at her, Ramattra was wickedly stunned by the look on her face. He had seen many expressions on Takara, especially when they were in their most intimate of moments. Now, however, there was a lurking glint in her eye as if she was casting a spell on him. He would've laughed at how entranced she had him, except he was far too entranced to even do that.
Thick eyelashes, pupils dilated and a rosy hint to her cheeks, Takara's eyes peered up at him for a long moment. Then guiding his hand to her face, he wasn't too sure what she wanted. There was a glazed look in her dark eyes, lips parting with anticipation. He was shocked at her unexpected intent; she slowly slipped her thumb into his mouth and bit ever so lightly. Was that her tongue sweeping over the metal pad of his finger? A gasp exhaling from her; Ramattra thought he was going to go haywire from how unexpectedly stirred he was by it.
And then a coy, playful smirk as she let him go with a whisper, "I didn't enjoy waiting, Ramattra."
The game had already started, like they had planned. He realised that now. Takara was certainly a good player too. His name leaving her soft lips like that as if she had waited so long to say it, it had hit him in a way that he could not describe. Sliding a finger over her pink lips, the monk responded lowly, with an unintentional force behind his words, "I'm here now."
He had almost sounded desperate. Desperate for a human? He couldn't imagine it. And yet, here he was.
She tilted her head with a smile. The wicked, alluring expression dropped for a second to who she truly was - affectionate, bright and playful. He was always drawn to her light atmosphere that followed her everywhere. Then Takara moved her head to kiss the front of his metal chest. The faint, warm breath hitting his metal skin as he felt her lips leave him. He would have shivered if he had the ability to.
It was the small things in the quietest places that made him appreciate Takara for who she was. She was the type of lover who took keen interest in the tiniest details and then loved them for it. It was one of the many reasons why he cared about her, even if she was a human. Perhaps all humans were like that, but then again, he knew humans hated things for the smallest issues too.
Takara made her move, snapping him out of his affectionate thoughts of her, as she seemed to circle him like a wolf. He didn't turn around as she paused to stand behind him. She was in control; he didn't mind letting her think that. It was a long moment. An anxious exchange of silence; Ramattra was beginning to wonder if he should say something. That was until he felt the lightest touch of her. Almost timidly, tips of small fingers ran down his metal spine and Ramattra had to hold back a physical shiver from her touch. Perhaps he had the capability to shiver after all. He heard her question, almost shyly, from behind, "You're okay with this?"
She wanted to be sure. That was thoughtful of her.
"Yes. You think I would have agreed to it if I wasn't sure?" he replied, wit and a tease behind his response. Ramattra knew her well enough to know a smile had lit up on her face, trying to hold back a laugh at his remark. She knew he was only comforting her unease, even if quips and banter was a constant in their conversations.
Then she took his hands into her own, careful and gentle, to place them behind his back. The rope was tighter than he expected, or Takara tied it far tighter than he would have guessed she would. Well, it's not like he didn't know she was physically strong, because she was. Crossed arms tied behind his back, Ramattra could feel the strain on his arms, his shoulders and it was rather clear with the way his chest jutted out slightly that the ropes had done their job at restraining him. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it wasn't exactly to his taste.
With light footsteps, Takara was in his sight once more, circling back around to look up to him. The look was in her eyes once more, the dark sultry look that he didn't dare tear his eyes away from. Her eyes were like moons with the flickering light of the candles brightening them up to give them a soft shine. He had always noticed her dark eyes, even the day he had met her.
Lifting her hand, she brushed her knuckles against the metal side of his face. He found himself leaning into her loving hands, wanting to feel her palm against his face. Takara didn't let him however, instead bringing her hand down to his shoulder. Then with light force and a little grace, his human lover brought him down to his knees before her.
Ramattra was a tall omnic, but even kneeling brought his eyes at the level of her chest. It was a different angle, as he was often the one staring down at her or having her splayed out on the bed. The few times she had been above him was when she was on top, but even then he had been the one guiding her - hands on her hips, rocking her back and forth as she was under his command.
This was different, but not in a way, that he hated it. In fact, Ramattra liked the uncertainty.
Takara stepped forward; he sucked in his chest as she drew nearer. Was he anxious? Nervous? No, he was excited. Ramattra wanted to know what Takara was going to do. A shadow casted over him as she stood in front of the light, candles shining behind her dark hair and beautiful, pale face. Except, she wasn't smiling.
Bringing her hand to his head, she let the tip of one finger run from the top of his forehead, to his cheek, to his jaw then to the top of his chest in a gentle, tempting pattern. It was a graceful action, one that tickled him and felt like he had been blessed by her simple touch. There was an inquisitive, thoughtful look on her face as if his human lover was inspecting him like art. His gaze fell from her dark eyes, to her small nose, to her pretty lips and then to the curve of neck. Too often had he wished he held a mouth to kiss and bite her satin skin.
What did humans call them? Angels? Sometimes, he thought that of her.
Her fingers lifted to his chin, hooking the sharp edge of the purple metal before forcing him to look into her eyes. If he had the ability to widen his eyes, he would have. He felt breathless, completely captivated by her both bold and affectionate behaviour. Ramattra may have been uncertain by the improvised stages of their little fun plans, but when so close to seeing her eyes, he was certain she felt nothing but affection for him. Dare he say that he thought she loved him?
"Look at me."
Then her hands dropped, going to her robes, parting them and he knew, he knew all along she wore nothing underneath. Ramattra had felt the softness of her flesh when he had caressed her hip. The robe was thin, thin enough to feel that nothing obstructed the cloth and her body. The robe, too slowly, fell to the floor as if it were like a cloud. An orange glow from the candles lit her pale body, beautiful as she always was. He had seen her nude body many times now over the few years; it never changed for him. He wished to take her in his arms, touch her and please her like she deserved and to conquer her body as he wished.
She was his as much as he was hers.
The ropes or whatever that restrained his arms shook with a short, squeaky groan. He was beginning to get desperate; he could tell by the stiffening of the wires in his neck and the tightening of the constraints on his arms when he wished to break free and have her for himself. She was teasing her, and doing it well at that.
"Takara."
The words had left him before either of them knew it. Close enough to be a whine. Was he begging? He never thought he would be begging a human. But it was her - Takara. He would beg for her, if that is what she wanted. And it seemed to be, a shine in her eyes when he called out her name. If she had been shocked just as he had been, she didn't show it.
Moving like a coiled snake, Takara lifted herself to sit on the low dresser behind her, elegant and deliberate in her actions. Ramattra remained still, kneeling before her and doing his very best to not climb to his feet eagerly. Eyes falling, Ramattra silently took in the long elegancy of her legs, which too shone a light shimmer in the candles around them. They were long, slender and he was far too helpless to stop himself from not looking. Then, too slow for his liking but enough to catch his eye in an instant, Takara parted her legs and brought them up so her heels met the dresser. She was revealing herself to him in a way that would have taken the air from his lungs away, if he had any.
For a brief second, her face became hidden by her dark, long hair and Ramattra barely caught the blush that sat on her cheeks. Amusingly, Takara was shy and coy about this whole thing. He would have laughed, but in this very private situation he dare not. Nor did he call out for her to look at him, because for once she was the one in control. And she did it marvellously as that short second of modesty vanished from her face.
Takara lifted her head, chin raised and all as her straight hair parted. A playful smile on her face with utter joy and affection in her dark, stormy eyes. It was the sort of smile of the deepest affection, but Takara was most definitely smug that she was the dominant one tonight. Ramattra couldn't tell if he liked it or if he wanted to compete against her.
The omnic got his answer by her next actions that not only pleased him as well as taunted him too. Her hand glided down to what lay between her legs, positioned in a way that he could watch and be forced to see as his human lover touched herself in front of him. Ramattra didn't know the human body well enough, especially when it came to their genitalia, but learning it through exploring Takara's body had been an interesting experience. And from the motions she did with her fingers and the trembling of her legs, Ramattra knew she was rubbing the one place that brought her the greatest pleasure.
Ramattra wanted to be the one bringing that to her. To feel her skin and slender frame under his grasp, to be the reason why she was moaning the way she was: it was something he did not just want, but simply deeply yearned to bring to her.
Her fingers went inward, curling and a moan escaped her pretty mouth. Ramattra found himself leaning forward slightly, head tilting downward as a dark look swept over his face. No words left the omnic; he was silent. The only sounds that could be heard were the wet noises of Takara and her gasps of delight. It was tormenting him, unbearably so. She was tormenting him.
A flush had gone to her chest, nipples hard and a damp gush had splashed on her thighs, as well as onto his dresser. He would have to clean that up later. But it was worth it, she was worth it. Another moan left her along with a noticeable tremble of her legs. Ramattra couldn't help but speak now, more a warning for her this time, "Takara."
Takara had the confidence to flash him a smirk. She was beginning to test his patience, knowingly from the looks of it too. It was exhilarating, knowing a human just as clever as him and it was a breath of fresh air, knowing a human as kind as she was.
She stopped at his low, almost-threatening call, climbing off the dresser. There was a slight wobble, he noticed, and his eyes flickered to the wet splatter along her slender thighs.
But before he could observe anymore, she took one of the many thick black cords of his head - things she and many other humans have described as looking like hair. Sudden pain came to his cord-roots, yet exhilaration to his body, as his head was yanked back, eyes meeting hers. Those storm eyes of hers were cloudy now, the glazed look more obvious. Words came from her mouth, "Didn't I say to look at me?"
"Can I not enjoy the full sight of you, my dear? Believe me, it's quite the view," he whispered with a biting hint in his reply. Truth be told, Takara pulling his head-cords back had been a exciting motion, one that surprised him. Perhaps she should be in charge more often.
At his response, a smirk came to her lips, "Being tied up suits you, Ramattra."
"If I had it my way, you would be on my bed already," he answered, leaning closer as he whispered in response to her witty comment. Ramattra always enjoyed their back-and-forth conversations, especially now. She knew how to get him riled in a good way. Takara seemingly shared the same sentiment with the lovely smile that came to her face.
"Alright, you can have what you want." She said, ready to circle around to untie him. He watched her from the corner of his eye, but he was far too impatient to wait. Ramattra got to his feet quickly, making Takara jump with a yelp. Easily and without much effort, Ramattra broke the ropes with ease. They fell to the ground in pieces at their feet. If anyone wanted to keep him tied, they would have to do a better job than that. Takara sighed sadly, looking them over, "We could have used them for another time."
Her eyes skipped from the sliced rope to Ramattra, who had began to move and was gradually stalking over to her. He wasn't talking, nor was he stopping. There was a dark look casted over his face. She did not need facial expressions to know what he was thinking.
It seemed that the positions of power had switched; Takara found herself backing up as if it were a sudden game of cat and mouse.
She did not get far as her nude ass hit the wooden end of the monks bed. Looking over her shoulder once to see she had nowhere to escape to, Takara gasped to see that Ramattra had been swift and quick in gaining on her when she looked back. He stood before her only inches away from their chests touching, tall and vast. It reminded her of the first time they had met with his frame hiding the sun from her sight and the sense of a dark cloud over his head. Things had changed since then. Instead of the lingering glares and spiteful comments, he gave her longing stares and words that only lovers would exchange between one another.
Yet, the word "love" had never left him.
Coming back to reality, Takara glanced up to see him staring down at her. She had challenged too much and Takara knew he was going to pay her back. Her eyes went to the floor, intimidated but aroused by his need for dominance.
"Where will you go now, human?" he drawled lowly above her. Ramattra was in control now.