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[ 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 --

[ it's nothing she would have expected to be this turned on by. maybe it's because she's so sensitive and it feels good to have his warm skin sliding against her own, almost soothing that tenderness with heat that emanates outward until it eases her own twinges in a fuller chest. it's also definitely, definitely the mess of it, the way she can feel those slow streams of milk pouring out from between the spread of her fingers to run over his skin, to render them both good and sticky from it.

the air smells sweeter, hotter now, and she can see more of those little clear-white droplets glistening on his skin, knowing he'll add to it in a second when he comes between them. ]

Oh, God, like that — [ she's bent over him now, knees spread, so wet she thinks she might have soaked through her leggings, although some of it's from her tits too, running down her stomach to soak into the fabric, and when he tenses his thighs beneath her and starts fucking up it's too fast for her to even try to use her mouth so she doesn't, just lets him use her body and the space she's carved out for him to slide his dick into. ]

Give it to me. I want your come all over these tits, Red. [ she lifts her head to look up at him, wanting to watch him arch and buck beneath her, straining against the bed when he veers closer and closer to his climax, and now she's doing everything she can to get him there, including talking him off with some more murmured encouragement. her fingers squeeze again, and she might not even have that much more to squirt onto him but that doesn't mean she won't try to bathe him, to let him feel that filthy-wet spill one more time on his cock and balls. ]

[ It's more than enough just to have her like this, giving her body over to him to use, encouraging it even as she squeezes her tits together around him. The messiness of it all just adds to that, makes it sweeter in more ways that one, the milk coming from her running down between his legs, the sheets wet beneath him.

He groans at her heated encouragement, hearing her own desire in her tone and the knowledge that she's getting off on watching him only making it hotter. As the tension in him builds he drops his hand from her shoulder to wrap around his dick, pushing up into her tits and the tight grip of his fingers as his movements become mindless and automatic, driving himself up over that edge. ]

Fuck, Harley, baby -- [ His release hits him hard, moaning, his hips bucking as he jerks into his fist and up into the slick wetness between her breasts, thick ropes of come arcing out to fall against her skin as he pumps himself hard again and again, grating out a low sound as he shudders through waves of pleasure until he's spent and subsides back onto the bed, breathing hard, sticky and soaked and still throbbing in his fist. ]

Oh, man.

[ sometimes she doesn't think he can get any hotter in her view and then he goes and does something like this, just surrenders himself to how good it all feels, giving in and doing whatever he has to in order to finally push himself over that intense edge into an even more intense release. and the best part of all is she's got a front-row seat to the action, to watching him get off, watching his entire body tense up to where she can see the muscles beneath the skin rippling, clenching, seizing. ]

That's it, c'mon, all over me, I want it — there — [ when he comes it almost sweeps over her too, the relief as palpable as the hot, wet come that the strokes of his fist send out to spurt across her chest. she tilts her chin up, some of it landing against the column of her throat, and it's gloriously filthy. she's gloriously filthy by the time he collapses back on the bed with a hand still loosely wrapped around his dick. ]

Holy shit. [ she laughs, soft and breathless, and manages to stand even though she's a little shaky too; she hasn't come, but it almost feels like she has, and she finally turns to flop back onto the bed next to him, stretching out until they're shoulder-to-shoulder, her tits a sticky mess and her smile a mile wide.

her head lolls over to the side so she can look at him, cheeks flushed and eyes bright, her chuckle giddy and slightly disbelieving. ] I think that's one of the sexiest fuckin' things we've ever done.

[ In the aftermath a comfortable weariness settles in him, though the surge of his desire hasn't gone very far. It never does when Harley's around, both of them more than capable of sustaining themselves through multiple rounds, even when it's as intense and messy as this one.

He blinks up at the ceiling, catching his breath and stroking himself a little through the beat of his pulse, then turns his head to watch her as she climbs up to stretch out beside him. He admires the glisten of come and milk on her skin, the bounce of her temporarily enhanced tits, though the slightly soppy grin he gives her has more than just lust running underneath it. ]

Not done yet. [ He slides his hand up and around his dick, still hard, pushing himself up a bit so he can lean over and kiss her. ] Still got something you can use here. Wanna be inside you when you come, baby.

[ she's still faintly aware of the throbbing between her thighs, like her body wants to remind her that she hasn't actually gotten off yet even if she's just absolutely covered in the evidence of his orgasm, and she reaches up to swipe a finger across the generous swell of one of her tits, collecting some of the wet, streaky mess he's left there before bringing it to her lips to suck off with a hum. ]

Tastes good. [ salty, but sweet too, where it's mingled with the milk still sticky on her skin, and she lets her hand drop against the mattress with a chuckle before the sound dissolves at the sight of him coming in close to lean over her for a kiss, the fond smile lingering on her mouth as her head lolls against the bed. ]

Oh, yeah? You got somethin' big I can use? [ when the thought occurs to her, she surges upward, giving his shoulder a playful shove, and then proceeds to clamber on top of him, swinging a leg over his thighs and glancing down at him with that smile adopting a tinge of mischief. ] Why don't I ride this gorgeous dick of yours, huh? Let you sit back and watch these things bounce? [ she reaches up to cup her tits from beneath, juggling them teasingly with a soft giggle on her lips, but the sound shifts to a groan as she feels where he nudges hot and thick against the inside of her thigh. ] Shit, I love that you're still hard for me, baby.

[ He might be content to just lie there and watch her lick and suck her tits clean, more than willing to help her do it. As always her presence feels like a wealth of things he's never thought to ask for, a grateful ache in his chest when he tastes the mingled taste of them both on her mouth, echoing her smile as she picks herself up and climbs easily on top of him.

Perched on him like this, it makes the difference in their sizes all the more clear. She hardly weighs anything on top of him, all warm curves and soft skin. He makes a low noise as she settles down, a little over-sensitive, his hands coming to rest on her legs spread over his lap. He's not sure what he wants to stare at most, the bright beautiful smile on her face or those bouncy tits. ]

Jeez, of course I am. You should see what it looks like from down here.

[ A shift of his body lets him rock up a little bit, his dick sliding against her skin, along the warm wet fabric of her underwear. It's enough to make him throb again and he pushes up against her, a little impatient. ]

C'mon, honey.

[ it's an angle that never ceases to make her feel powerful in a sense, like she's got this big guy at her mercy and between her thighs and the real kicker is that he's where he wants to be too. sure, there are times when she's more than happy to have him bear her down into the mattress, or bend her over and give it to her good from that angle, but she likes being on top to get to see the full gorgeousness of his size, his body, everything for her hands and mouth to caress — plus she can lean down and kiss him whenever she wants. ]

You should see what it looks like from where I'm sittin'. [ because the view is enough to still her for just a few seconds so she can savor it herself, dropping her palms to his front so she can skim them over his stomach, his chest, gently brushing her thumbs over his nipples. he's still wearing his shirt, but that doesn't matter; she can feel the warmth of his skin through it. her panties are still on, but all she's gonna do is hook a finger through that dampened fabric and haul them to the side. ]

I know you want it. Wanna be inside this tight body.

[ she coos it, not to condescend or belittle him but like she's trying to reassure him he'll get it soon, because the reality is she wants him too, just as much. one hand braces her on his chest, and the other snags her panties out of the way so she can line them up and sink down, down, down onto his cock, a gasp turning into a moan at the feeling of enveloping his thickness by one inch and then another and another. she only gets halfway before easing back and then rocks down again, pulling another sound from herself in the process. ] Fuck, your fucking dick feels so good every time.

[ It might surprise most people who see them together to find out how easily he's at her mercy, no matter what position they're in. Truthfully it doesn't take much for him to be happy like this, looking up at her, all of her slim lines and curves in the right places, her nipples swollen and pink against her pale skin, the dandelion puff of her hair making her look cute and a bit wild at the same time, a beautiful creature who knows how to use her teeth if she needs to. A woman he trusts more than anyone else. She could do anything to him and he'd be content or begging for more.

He groans under the touch of her hands, arching up a little bit so he lifts her from the bed when her thumbs find his nipples. It's almost better that there's still a few barriers between them, wet fabric getting stretched tight over yearning bodies, making it even better when it's pulled aside. ]

God, yeah, I wanna be inside you.

[ He's on the verge of being too impatient to stand it any more, but he lets her arrange herself, his gaze roaming lovingly over her glistening skin and the tracks of his come across her tits as she leans forward. Then she's pressing against him and everything else is just a side-note to the main event as he feels her body part around him, taking him in with slick heat and tightness, fitting into her perfectly inch by inch. It takes a lot of effort just to stay still, to not lift his hips up and fuck his way into her, but he manages, groaning and grunting softly with pleasure. ]

So good, Harley. [ All he can do is echo her words breathlessly, lifting his hands to cup her tits again, stone and skin touching her carefully, reverently, as she sinks down onto him. ] Wanna stay here like this and watch you get yourself off, baby.

[ maybe she's never going to be over how easy it is to wrap all of him — this incredible, strong, big guy — around her little finger. maybe she hasn't realized yet that when it comes to him, though, she's just as much of a goner, that he had her from minute one of her walking up to him in the market and licking those flavors off his heated skin. but it's probably obvious there in how she looks down at him, lets her gaze comb over the length of his body reclined against the bed, somehow managing to look both desperate and relaxed at the exact same time. he's honestly one of the best things she's ever seen in her whole damn life.

sometimes she wants to be fully stripped and naked against him, skin to skin. other times she likes that they don't bother to take everything off first, like they're so ready to fuck that they can't stop to peel it away. she'll worry about it later; she almost can't think when he says shit like that to her, his voice rumbling with need. ]

Never gonna be over how good you feel, never ever. [ it's not even just the size of him, although she can't pretend she doesn't love being slowly stretched around the girth of his dick, feeling him exist so snugly inside her, the way her inner muscles have to make room for him every time. sometimes she's not patient enough to wait for herself to adjust, wants to feel him fucking her too much, but right now she sways over him, takes her time in working herself down, rocking up and sinking again over and over until he's fully hilted. ]

Fuck, please. [ she realizes she could do this all night, just straddle his hips and ride him slow, not aiming for anything rushed or frantic. she can't remember the last time she wanted it like this with anyone but him, and she arches into his hands, filling his palms, her own fingertips bracing at his chest as she finally starts to rock back and forth. ] Maybe I'll just... just keep you here like this for me. See how many times I can come on this dick before I can't take it anymore.

[ Though he wasn't especially experienced before he came to Duplicity, he'd never really had cause to be ashamed of his needs either, the much larger problem of finding a partner willing to take a chance on a big red half-demon coming well before any issues around being too loud or too greedy. Now he's been given the chance and the encouragement to embrace that side of himself, he's just as shameless, not bothering to be quiet as Harley rocks gently down onto him, slick and hot and squeezing his dick just right.

He might have already come once but it's far from the first time they've kept going through one or even two orgasms each, supernatural amounts of stamina offset by her magical enhancements and the giddy drunken thrill of just being together. His cock throbs inside her and he can already feel his balls tightening again, urging his hips to rise underneath her even as he tries to stay still and let her use him however she wants.

His hands grip her breasts gently, thumb and fingers of his left moving to carefully squeeze her sensitive nipples and encourage more of that sticky wetness to arc out and splash against his chest, making his dick jump and pulse with need. ]

I'll do it, baby. Stay here for you. Be your dick you can ride whenever you want. [ He huffs the words out, low and gravel-toned. ] Touch yourself, honey. Like the time in the.. the ice hotel. Wanna see.

[ she still remembers the first time they'd ever fucked, hot and needy and desperate in the hallway of roman's club, but somehow this is almost better, because there's nothing fueling it other than pure existing mutual want, and maybe she's biased too — a lot biased — but she's pretty sure they've only gotten better at it since, especially when they're at home like this and there's nothing stopping them from loudly and openly embracing how good it feels. she wants to hear the sounds he makes every time, those deep groans that rise up from his chest as she seats herself on his dick.

his hips lift up enough to lift her a little along with it and she gasps before laughing, giddy and flushed with arousal, resecuring her purchase against the mattress with her knees resettling on either side of his body as she adjusts the rhythm of her grind, long and slow rolls that let her feel her cunt dragging tight around his shaft as she slicks him up even more, makes an even bigger mess of him.

his warm hands on her sensitive tits prompt another soft sound from her, and that moan stutters when he squeezes to milk her again, firm enough to prompt more of a spray than a drip to rain down on him, and she swears it makes her clench even tighter around his dick, makes her thighs judder as the delicious sensation steers her closer to her relief. ]

I know you like watchin'. Just like I like you watchin' me too. [ she sits up, leans back, a widening of her legs enabling him to get a better view as she runs fingers up the hilt of his cock before stroking where they're joined, where she's stretched around him. her touch finds the puffy bud of her clit, the metal pierced through it and she rubs herself slowly, maintaining that idle rock of her hips to let him see that movement. a moan hitches around the soft stream of words spilling from her lips. ] You're gonna make me come on this dick, Red. Gonna make me come — so hard.

[ It hasn't exactly been difficult to discover that he's a big guy compared to most people. Growing up, he found out pretty quickly in the locker room showers that he had something the other agents and air force guys talked about with a mixture of pity and envy. Over the years he hasn't had much cause to feel either way about it, but finding someone who loves every part of him with equal fervour, even when -- he suspects -- it's not exactly the easiest thing to cope with, has been gratifying in ways he can't really pin down.

He's careful as she settles onto him. As much as he wants to keep fucking her, he doesn't want to hurt her. Squeezing her tits gently between big broad fingers is enough to keep him distracted, warm rivulets of wetness running out over his knuckles and down his wrist.

When she leans back he lets his hands drop, framing the sight of her that still makes him a little dizzy, wanting a good view of where they join together, her body parting to embrace his. The brief touch of her fingertips over his cock makes him pull in a sharp breath, his gaze stuck on the movements of her fingers, unable to look at anything else. It's incredibly hot to watch her pleasure herself on his dick, her body still sticky and glistening with his come. He can't quite stop himself from moving, just slightly, keeping up that sliding slippery friction. ]

I want you to come, baby. [ He breathes out his agreement, almost reverent, stroking her thighs with his thumbs. ] God, you look so good.

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