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when I get back we're gonna have to talk about you putting things in your mouth before checking them baby

[ she knows he didn't mean for that to sound stern, but for a second, she... kind of likes that it does, if she reads it a certain way. ]

i know
i've been a little bad today
so we might need to have a conversation

[ Oh. Yeah, okay, he's not above playing into that. ]

yeah you know you've got to be careful
you wanna be a good girl for me right?

[ it is nice that she can just throw something like that out into the conversation just as a testing thing and he doesn't even blink twice before rolling with it. ]

of course i do!
i always wanna be good for you, babe
and i guess i wasn't so careful today huh?

nah you were kinda naughty
guess we'll have to do something about that

I'm nearly home

[ He's true to his word, arriving with a thud of wet hooves and a slam of the front door to the warehouse, accompanied by Bruce's excited chattering downstairs. He can be heard calming the hyena down before he takes the stairs two at a time, arriving in the doorway to the bedroom without having even taken his coat off, a pack of paper towels under one arm. His gaze is fixed on her in the bed as soon as he arrives. ]

Hey. You all right? [ Shedding his coat, he comes over to sit carefully beside her, trying not to bounce the bed too much. ]

[ harley's flopped down on her back again, mostly because it's the most comfortable place for her to lay without smashing her new humongous boobs, hair styled in lower pigtails rather than perched on either side of her head. really, bruce is a decent enough security system all on its own, though she smiles briefly to hear the excitable way he greets someone he knows, the same kind of yipping and barking he does with her before he's calmed down enough to go back to bed or playing with that toy that bashir had brought him. ]

Hey. [ her head lolls over to one side to direct her gaze up at him and she lets her device fall from her hand to bounce against the bed, finally pushing herself up onto her elbows with a soft grunt. ]

So, whaddya think? Guess this is how I figure out whether I'd ever wanna have a boob job. [ the spaghetti straps of her tank top are being very tested right now by those sizable swells, cleavage more than generous as it spills out over the low neckline. she props up further, grimacing slightly. ] Only problem is they keep leakin'. Like they're just full.

[ Though he might be approaching, in technical terms, eighty years old, Hellboy's still in many ways a young man at heart. In Duplicity he's been reminded of that more than once and it happens again as Harley pulls herself up, her tits straining at the fabric of her top. He can't seem to help the way his gaze is drawn to those pale curves, the hard buds of her nipples visible under dark damp thumbprints of the wetness leaking out of her, and feels his own body responding. ]

I, uh.. [ He makes an effort to focus, knowing that she's uncomfortable and might not want to be leered at. ] Is there something that can help? Um. Ice?

I thought about that, but... I'm thinkin' there might only be one thing to do.

[ she huffs a sigh, shaking her head; this isn't the worst scenario she's gotten herself into over the years, but it might be one of the strangest, and she reaches over to pluck the roll of paper towels out from under his arm, tearing off a few squares and easing her shirt out until she can shove the wad against her leaking front. ]

I'm gonna have to get milked. Like a freakin' cow or somethin'. [ she's dabbing at her tits absently before she looks up at him again. ] I sort of... accidentally did it before when I was tryin' to give myself a rubdown, and it didn't hurt. It actually felt kinda nice. But I'm thinkin' it might get a little messy when it starts. Feels like I've got a lot in there.

[ He watches her take care of things with a vague kind of guilt over not being able to help more, as well as the fact that he is, admittedly, getting something out of the experience, when she's clearly not feeling as good about it as she looks. ]

If you're sure that's gonna be okay. I mean, I could leave you to do that or I could.. um. [ Slowly, he reaches up with his left hand, gently setting a broad warm palm around the curve of one heavy breast. ] Does that.. does that help?

[ she's grabbed another few squares of paper towel and is trying to dab at the front of her shirt before realizing that might be a lost cause. she's going to be leaking through another one if she changes it anyway, but maybe she can put on a clean one and then stuff towels inside of it right away, and —

she doesn't notice he's reaching for her until his hand settles against that curve, and she's always enjoyed his touch on her but there's something extra soothing about it now, his body heat cupping her, warming her tender skin. her breath snags audibly and she looks up at him, fully conscious of how sensitive she is but somehow able to bear it when it's his hand there. she reaches up to cup her own over it, lifting it up until she can tug the scooped neckline of her shirt down so that one tit spills out, and then plants his hand right back on her bare skin. ]

You wanna see what happens when you squeeze it? [ she's grinning loosely, but breathing a little faster now, the effect making her over-large breasts rise and fall more noticeably. ]

[ He's never really been shy about how he feels about her body, or how she's made him feel in turn, not since that first meeting out in the street where he'd practically been weak at the knees every time she touched him. It might not be immediately obvious now -- though maybe as long as she keeps her attention above his waist -- but he doesn't drop his hand, nor does he try to hide the way his own breath catches as she guides him to cup the soft warm weight of her bare breast.

The hard damp bud of her nipple presses against his palm. He notices, for the first time, a sweet milky note in the air; the urge to do exactly what she's asking is almost overwhelming, a desire to press himself into her running through him, arousal starting to ache in his hardening dick. He recognises that look in her eyes and is glad to see it. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I do. [ Gently, he presses broad fingertips into the curve of her tit, pushing gently against it with his hand. ]

[ his hand manages to be soothing and... actually kind of a turn-on for her all at once, the natural heat of his skin easing some of that soreness she's been dealing with ever since her breasts swelled this much, although she knows some of it is going to be relieved as soon as she gets rid of what she's carrying. the idea of doing it herself had seemed fine, maybe more perfunctory than anything, but thinking about his hand squeezing her, watching that milk spurt out, is doing something a little different in her brain.

she nods once, a short hastiness, before she feels his fingers dig into that fullness, and after a beat she turns them, using her hand resting over his to manipulate the angle so that he's cupping that swell more from underneath, her nipple docking into the space between his thumb and index, and then she directs the squeeze there, glancing down to watch that thin milky stream leak out of her to run down the back of his hand, dripping off his wrist.

she can't stifle her groan and she doesn't think he'd want her to anyway. it's not just from the instantaneous relief of easing some of that pressure, though; turns out it looks hot as hell too, and she prompts him to squeeze her again, even more milk spurting out this time, streaming over his skin, dripping from his arm onto her stomach. ]

[ He doesn't really know what to expect here, besides some very juvenile fantasies that have only recently occurred to him. She feels warm and vital underneath his hand, her usually cool skin reflecting the heat of his palm, and he lets her guide his hand around to where his touch can be helpful. The fact that he's pretty turned on already is something he's trying to fight down, trying to remind himself that she's uncomfortable and might not want to deal with his body's response as well, but it's becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

When she encourages him to squeeze gently, he's not sure what's going to happen, and he watches the warm stream of liquid that leaks out with something like fascination. The feeling of helping her release it, the sight of it white against his skin -- it looks really good, feels good. When she groans and presses his fingers into her skin again, he catches a breath and holds it. ]

Jeez. [ The third time he doesn't need guidance, shifting his hand to grip her more firmly, the milk pattering softly onto her body and the bed as it runs down his arm all the way down to his elbow. ] Baby..

[ He tugs his hand back, then lifts his hand to his mouth, pressing his lips against the wet skin. Licking the taste of it, light and surprisingly sweet. It's strange and primal, in some ways, a feeling like he's connecting with something far older than the two of them. But it's also intensely erotic. He reaches out to put his hand back on her, then changes his mind and moves to her other tit, rubbing and pressing it with more boldness. ]

Do you want to.. can I.. [ Use my mouth, he maybe wants to say. Do more. Fuck you like this. All of those wants crowd at him, insisting. ]

[ this is all new for her too, a total side effect of something she didn't expect would be happening when she woke up today, but what doesn't really come as that much of a surprise is how his touch helps — helps relieve the discomfort, helps soothe the twinging fullness of her breasts, helps comfort her when she's been feeling out of sorts for most of the afternoon. but then there's that whole separate layer to it where, for some reason, being milked by him is really doing it for her, and not just because it alleviates that pressure.

eventually she just lets him take over because he seems like he's got it figured out after the second time, and her hand drops to the side of the bed to continue bracing herself, but something about watching that white stream spill out and run down his arm in a thin rivulet makes her realize in that moment that this is turning her on, that dull pulsing in her cunt making her squeeze her thighs together as her tits leak even more, like her body is reacting to being aroused by trying to produce extra amounts of this stuff.

and that's not even getting into the sound she makes when he pulls his hand back to sample the taste of her from it, licking it up like it's worth savoring because it's come from her. his touch is still damp from his tongue when he drops it against her other breast, and she almost doesn't even wait for him to finish asking before she starts nodding quickly, hastily, propping herself up and sliding across the bed to get closer to him. ]

Yeah. Yes. [ whatever he's saying, she wants him to do it, and she reaches out to curve a hand against his upper arm, fingers clutching into the strength of the muscle there. ] Please. Feels so much better when you do it.

[ This definitely isn't the way he expected his day to go, but he's also not going to protest at all now that it's arrived, a certain amount of self-discovery going on every time he feels that warm wet pulse of milk down over his hand. The fact that she seems into it too, almost eager all of a sudden when he offers whatever it is he hasn't really figured out yet, makes it a certainty in his mind.

Without letting himself think about it any more, he lets go of her breast long enough to hook his fingers in her shirt, tugging it up as carefully as he can over her head to bare her leaking tits. The sight of her like that, so big and full, is almost enough to stop him in his tracks, but he doesn't let himself hesitate any more than a moment before he leans in a strokes a strong wet tongue over one nipple and, groaning softly at the sweet taste, wraps his lips around it and begins to suck gently. ]

[ the warmth is what relaxes her, familiar and soothing as he fits the bigger swell of her breast in his hand, but each streaming trickle he squeezes out of her prompts another sigh, another moan, even if it also only replaces one ache with another now that she's absolutely throbbing between her legs. she wasn't expecting this, wasn't anticipating she'd be this turned on at all, but what might actually send her over the edge is feeling him replace his hand with his mouth.

she falls silent for a second as he tugs her shirt up, having a plan of her own to take it off the rest of the way, but a part of her almost likes how it sits across her chest, like neither of them was patient enough to even bother fully removing it. both tits are spilled out now, and she'd had to take her piercings out when they started getting uncomfortable but now her nipples are starting to tingle all over again, aching for him.

the first swipe of his tongue makes her head fall back, but the suction of his mouth prompts a whimper. even those light pulls from his lips directly tug at the throughline between her breasts and the pulsing in her clit, and she reaches up to cup his face gently while he drinks from her, tipping her chin down again to watch. ] Does that taste good, huh?

[ The little noises that spill out from her are more than enough to encourage him past that first tentative taste, sweet and lighter than he expected over his tongue, and if he ever had any doubts about the links between this sort of stuff and the deep, primal magics he's encountered on a few memorable occasions, they're thoroughly answered now. He can definitely see the appeal of everything here.

When she asks that question he pulls away, letting her nipple slide out of his mouth, but he doesn't go far, only enough to murmur wordlessly in desire and need and lean up to kiss her, parting his lips to let her experience herself on his tongue, his left hand drifting back up to slide over the soft wet curve of her tit and squeezing carefully. ]

[ it's not the thing she envisioned when she woke up this morning — then again, she'd popped that stupid pill as a way to prove a point to somebody else and now she's literally got the consequences for it spilling out of her top. and it's not like he's never put his mouth on her breasts before, or licked and sucked on her nipples, teased her piercings with his tongue until she arches and slides a hand into his hair, but there's something different, singular about him drinking from her, feeding on her, pulling the taste of her into his mouth and not only giving relief to that pressure but doing it in a way that makes her cunt throb so hard. she thinks she might already be soaked through her panties.

she welcomes him to her, though, when he leans up, finds her mouth with his, and the kiss is warm and sweet, as she opens for him, whimpering at that heated slide when their tongues meet. he's not kneading her enough to make her drip, but she still presses forward into his hand, mostly because she's trying to reach out herself to slide a hand over the front of his pants, finding the hard ridge of his erection — and then an idea dawns, prompting her to chuckle against his lips. ]

Wait, don't move. [ she retreats to tug off her shirt, shifting off of the bed so she can sink to her knees on the floor in front of where he's sitting, and she'll wait to see whether he clues into what she's doing as she reaches for the front of his shorts. ] I wanna try somethin'.

[ Truthfully, it's not what he had planned either, not this morning and not even, if he's honest with himself, when he stepped into the room, but he's always been a guy comfortable with flying by the seat of his pants, as it were, even if that means figuring stuff out as he goes along. The kiss is familiar enough at least, the soft movement of her mouth against his something he enjoys more than a lot of things and he's pretty sure he could just satisfy himself with doing that all day, just kissing her, though they don't often manage to make it very long before they're doing other stuff as well.

He murmurs wordlessly when her deft hand finds the front of his short, shifting on the bed to get closer and encourage more pressure, but before he can do anything else she's laughing and pulling away, leaving him blinking somewhat stupidly at her, like a man surfacing from deep waters.

The loss of her shirt does interesting and distracting things to the gravity of her chest, so it's a moment before he realises what she's doing and sets his left hand to his belt to help her tug it open and pull down his fly. He's a little confused, though, frowning faintly over the loss of her tits in front of him and not sure what she has planned. ]

You -- don't you want to.. to, ah -- [ Whatever he was assuming they might be doing disappears from his mind for a moment once she touches him, needy as he is for her attention. ]

[ she does like to kiss him, so very much, so often that she finds herself doing it multiple times over the course of the day just by habit. she'll kiss him before he leaves to go to the arena, or before she heads out the door to check on the tattoo shop, or just passing by in the kitchen when she's trying to squeeze past where he's fixing himself a snack. mostly, she kisses him all the time because she can, but also because they've figured out how to do it in the way that always makes her feel like she's vibrating right down to the tips of her toes, every time the heat of his mouth finds hers.

but now she's harboring a different idea, something that might end up being a little ridiculous — as well as messy — but given that she's sporting a bigger pair of tits, maybe it's the perfect time to try fitting his dick between them, especially since he's always on the bigger side of things just normally.

she figures he'll be more than happy to help her unbuckle his belt, pull his fly down, and when she finally works his cock out she can't resist leaning in to put her mouth on it a little first, sucking kisses around the head and against the length before she glances up at him and winks once. ]

Oh, we're gonna get to way more eventually, but I thought we'd try...

[ she shifts forward, between the spread of his knees and straightens up in her own kneeling position, inclining herself until the red shaft of his cock aligns against her skin, in that deeper valley that exists between her breasts now — and then she uses her hands to guide those generous swells closer together, wrapping him within their soft heat before slowly moving them up and down, breathing a soft sigh to feel him slide hard in her cleavage. ] ... somethin' like this for once. You wanna fuck these big tits, Red?

[ Being in Duplicity has been, in many ways, an education, not only in discovering what life can be like when he's not spending all of his time in dark catacombs or battling with his destiny, but also in the more practical elements of living in a city fuelled by sex. What he learned as a kid came from the pages of Playboy and a few adventurous air force personnel and agents who weren't above sharing crude stories with the half-demon in their midst. Most of the rest he's learned here, a lot of it thanks to Harley, and he's grateful beyond words to be given the chance.

He watches her with slightly wide eyes as she leans up between his thighs, encouraging his dick into the soft and slightly damp valley between her tits in a display that's obscene and gorgeous all at the same time. It's not the same as the grip of her hand or inner muscles, but he can't deny that it feels good and looks better. ]

Y-yeah. [ He sighs the word and groans under his breath, leaning back a little bit on the bed to make the angle better, lifting his hips slightly to meet her movements. Reaching out, he touches her cheek with the fingertips of his left hand, drifting back into her hair so he can hold her like that as she moves over him. ] Does it feel good, babe? For you?

[ it takes him a beat to catch on to what she has in mind, and honestly, he looks adorable while he's sussing it out, eyes widening in surprise as she maneuvers herself to settle in front of him, lining up his dick between the fuller swells of her breasts and then pressing them together to form a tighter enclosure that rubs on either side of his length, rising up and pressing down to work him slowly. when he leans back, it makes his cock jut up further and she settles forward over him, grinning crookedly. ]

Figured I wouldn't get to do this the same way once they're all normal again, so... why not? [ she smiles at the sensation of his fingers strafing across her cheek, nudging into the touch, and then sighs, gasps when his grip slides into her hair, clutching tight at her scalp but not yanking too hard, just holding her, guiding her. ]

S'nice, though, especially when I can... wait, hold on, lemme — [ the mounds of her tits are really more than she's used to dealing with, and she has to rearrange her grip sometimes, shifting her fingers to try and keep cupping each one, and at one point she inadvertently kneads a little too hard and makes herself leak onto him, brief trickles of milk running down the length of his dick and rolling over his balls. rather than apologize, though, her lips part on a silent O and then she smirks again, squeezing with her fingers to repeat the action, bathing his cock in streams of that warm liquid that turns him even more slick to fuck between her breasts. ]

[ The warmth of her skin and the softness of her tits parting around his dick is a sensation he'd never really thought about before, but now he's there it's definitely something he's enjoying, as well as the sight of her leaning over his lap, offering her body to please him. He flattens his palm around the curve of her head and lets out a slightly shaky breath, watching her reposition herself. ]

Do you want -- oh -- [ His eyes a little wide, he follows the trickle of milk that runs over him, white against dark red, streams of wet heat tickling his skin and running down between his legs. It makes the both of them wetter, the slide between her breasts becoming slippery. He wonders if he ought to feel bad about doing this, indulging in something that looks so perverse, but if he does it's only enough to make the whole thing seem hotter. ]

Oh, man. Fuck. [ He rocks his hips up against her as she moves over him, propping himself on one elbow as he gets more used to it and becomes firmer, more sure about what he's doing. ]

I wanna come like this, Harley. On you.

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[ it's not like they've never had really messy sex before, but this is something different, something that might leave her messier than she's ever been — and she's messing him along with her, the relief of milking herself and easing some of that pressure paired with the utterly delicious sensation of getting his cock nice and wet to slide between the wrap of her bigger breasts. she knows he can feel it, those light streams running down his skin, pattering onto his thighs, soaking the bedsheet beneath him, and when he props his weight up and starts to move his hips, fucking himself into that slick channel, she moans encouragingly. ]

That's it, baby, put it on me. [ her lips curve into a smirk when he makes mention of finishing on her chest, and hey, she's going to need a shower after this anyway, so what's a little more mess to add to the rest of it?

she ducks her head down, the next time his cockhead peeks between her breasts, to lick a hot stripe over that slit, tasting his pre-come, the stickiness already clinging to his length, and combined it's almost better than anything she's ever put in her mouth, salty-sweet and eliciting a hum as she licks her lips. ]

Want you to come just like this. All over these. [ she stills over him, giving him wordless permission to just fuck up into her cleavage, letting him control the pace with those stronger lifts of his hips as she watches his face with a hungry look in her own eyes. ]

[ It's a good job they've become used to having to wash the sheets after they fuck, or he'd be more worried about the mess they're making. As it is he's as willing to indulge in this as long as she is, taking his cue from her in letting himself go a little as that wet warmth runs down over his dick, beading in the dark hair below his navel.

He groans, loud and slightly breathless, when she ducks her head in time to lick over him, sensitive enough to make his hips buck a little. His hand goes from her head to her shoulder as she gives him that challenge, gripping her as gently as he can.

The permission she gives him is more than welcome, because he's pretty sure he doesn't want to stop and might not be able to now, his legs tensing up so he can thrust against her properly. Without that intensity burning hot and needy in her gaze he might have worried about using her body for his own selfish pleasure, but it's clear that she wants it as much as he does; he trusts her almost without question at this point, especially when it comes to things like this, when she's been his guide more often than not.

So when she settles into it he does as well, holding on to her a little tighter to encourage her to keep still as he fucks up into that slippery slide of soft skin and sweet tasting wetness, the noise of it becoming almost as obscene as the sight of his dick pushed up between her tits. He groans under heavy breaths, half-forming her name as the sudden intensity of his desire starts to become more focused and urgent, the ache in his balls tightening. ]

Oh fuck, Harley -- oh god -- [ His head tips back and he squeezes his eyes shut, losing himself in the sensation of heat and wetness. He grits his teeth and growls, then pants a warning. ] I'm close, babe --

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