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[ Occasionally he still catches himself wondering at how quickly he's become used to all of this, not just being dumped into some strange new city, but having people so interested in him, the connections and the sex. He can count on one stony hand the number of times he's experienced something like this before arriving in Duplicity, and now it's starting to feel.. normal. Not threatening, not strange. Good. Better than good.

Most of that, he knows, is down to Harley, the way she looks at him like she doesn't care who he is or where he comes from, she doesn't know anything about most of the crap he's had to deal with, she just appreciates him. Just wants to be with him, and proves it, over and over. And that makes it easier to handle it all, because when he's with her he feels as though he belongs, no matter where he is.

Right now, he doesn't want to belong anywhere else, not with her mouth moving on him so sweetly. He gasps and huffs out breaths as she quickens her pace, pushing back against her when she rolls her hips into his touch, one fingertip finding her wet and open and sliding inside just as she dips down in just right right way, and the double sensation of that heat and tightness is enough to skid him hard up and into the edge of release. ]

Ah, Harl, I'm coming -- babe -- [ It's as much warning as he can give her as his hips twitch, once, twice, pushing up into her mouth, a quick fleeting hope that he's not choking her as he loses his words to a groan and spills out hot and hard. ]

[mahem]

[ she knows she wouldn't have been in a good place to welcome in any of this if it hadn't been for j dumping her; she wouldn't have been willing to give in to nearly as much of this if she'd felt like her ex was holding her back, keeping her devoted to him in those sick ways he always tried to have her for himself. but she's her own woman now, able to make her own decisions, and that includes who she wants to be with and when.

so yeah, some of this is about her reclaiming herself and her body and who gets to touch it on her terms. but some of it is because she likes hellboy, really likes him, and she's glad she doesn't have anything keeping her from getting to show him how much. because it isn't just about the sex, either; it's about how he looks at her like she's something worth having around. and that means a lot more than she's willing to say out loud, but this? this she can handle for now.

she isn't even trying to get herself off at the moment either, but she does welcome the sensation of his finger dipping inside her as she starts to speed up the slide of her mouth on his cock, giving voice to soft little moans of enjoyment because he's so hard and hot and salty on her tongue and that's even before she's made him come too. she likes sucking him down, testing the limits of her gag reflex, knowing she won't be able to put his entire length in her mouth unless he's in her throat, and maybe she'll work up to that someday.

for now, though, she gets about halfway down, and when he warns her she digs her fingers into his thighs as a way to spur him on, not stop him. she wants it, wants it all; she tries to take as much of his come in her mouth as she can but is eventually forced to swallow just to keep up with the amount spilling out of him, once and then again.

and finally she rears up into a kneeling position docked on her heels, letting his hand slip away from her, and reaches up to swipe her thumb against the edge of her mouth, chuckling quietly. once she speaks her voice is thick with it, her lips swollen and her expression self-satisfied. ] It's so much fun gettin' to help you do that, babe.

[redrighthanded]

[ It feels so good every time they do this, no matter what they're doing, that he's sure he's never going to get bored of feeling her body against his, her mouth or her hand or anything else on him. When he comes it's not the hot, desperate orgasm that they've taken each other through more than once, he's not shaking and trembling just to try to stay conscious, but in some ways it's better even if it is quieter, a surge of welcome pleasure that arcs through him and leaves him feeling warm and sated. There's no chemicals or magic involved, just the two of them, just Harley getting him off, sharing herself with him. And that's good. Really good.

He takes a moment or two to catch his breath, grunting softly as she slides off his dick, and looks down to meet her eyes, something in his heart turning over to see her looking at him like that. ]

Mm. Feels pretty good to me too, sweetheart. [ There's no question about kissing her; he leans in to capture those soft lips against his, wanting to taste himself on her tongue, the feeling of it drawing another groan from him. His hand drifts to gently cup her backside, unable to keep himself from touching her every moment that he can.

Explosions and shouts from the movie draw his attention back to what they were supposed to be doing. Pulling back a little, he glances over at the TV. ] Guess we'll have to watch this one over again.