redrighthanded | IC; Duplicity Inbox

[ as far as she can tell there’s no real plot to this thing, and this is coming from a woman who can’t ever tell a story in sequential order. but she’s comfy right where she’s at, finishing the last of her beer with an idle swig and leaning forward to set the empty bottle down before resuming her original seat in the cradle of his body. ]

There. [ and she’s not even going to do anything to pull away, not even extricate herself to order pizza yet — although she thinks they might do plenty to work up an appetite eventually.

and then she squirms on him, shrinking from his stroking fingers across her abdomen with a chuckle in her throat, finally offering that explanation as she tips her head back and looks at him from a slanted angle. ] Tickles.

[ Hellboy's already sure he could stay here for a long time indeed, even without the beer and the snacks, just enjoying Harley cuddled up to him. He hitches up a private smile to himself when she settles herself down, though the movements of her ass and thighs in his lap are having a very predictable effect that's not at all soft.

When she squirms away from his touch he raises his eyebrows a little and glances down at her, his grin returning at her explanation. Though he's more than twice her age, his years on Earth have little to do with anything besides how long he's been around, and in many ways he's still young at heart. Young enough to enjoy tickling a girl he likes just to hear her laugh. ]

Yeah? [ He wriggles his fingers again. ] Should I go higher? Or lower?

[ it’s a sign that she’s even this comfortable to begin with that she’s letting him learn where she’s ticklish, because that’s a vulnerability that not everyone gets to see from her, a weakness she doesn’t want just anyone in possession of.

but she isn’t convinced he’ll exploit it or do anything beyond tease her a little here, even if she does wriggle against him slightly harder when he moves his fingers against her. ] Well, pick one, if you’re gonna.

[ she lifts her arms to twine them up around him, arching her shoulders to make it possible, a small sigh working its way up from her in that lazy stretch. ] There’s no wrong direction, really.

[ The way she lifts her arms back up around him puts her curves at an advantage, enticingly, and maybe that's what she wants but Hellboy's already made up his mind about where he wants to take this. He dips his hand down to deftly work the fly of her shorts, experience and a decent amount of muscle memory making it easy, then pushes his hand down into the tight space between fabric and skin.

As he does so he ducks his head a little to nuzzle the side of her neck, the movie pretty much forgotten. ]

How's this?

[ if he wants her to essentially melt against him, taking a breath that draws her stomach in slightly as his hand shoves down the front of her shorts, he's on exactly the right track; she doesn't have any hesitation in giving voice to the slightest, softest sound when he touches her, and it won't take very long at all for her to respond to that hand there. ]

That's... that's nice.

[ her head is a lolling weight too, readily shifting to one side when he presses his nose to the side of her neck, and she lifts her own hand to strafe fingers along his face, another hum in her throat. it feels like they're two horny teenagers sneaking this from mom and dad right upstairs and she can't let on to the fact that her boyfriend's got his hand down her pants. ]

Way more interesting than that flick we picked.

[ Hellboy never got to be a horny teenager in any way besides the very literal use of the word, the couple of years which could be called that passing too fast and on a military base besides, where the only people permitted to know about him were adult agents and staff with their own lives, who mostly avoided the gawky half-demon. But now he gets some of the sense of it, getting away with something naughty, even though there's nobody there who would really stop them.

He smiles against the side of her head, taking a breath in the warm space behind her ear, her hair tickling his face as her fingertips stroke his bristly cheek. There's not much room between her shorts and her underwear, his hand's really too big for this, but that's not going to stop him. He parts her soft folds with his fingertips, stroking gently downwards, making a low noise at the feeling of her heat against his skin. ]

Mm. Keep watching the movie. Lemme know what happens.

So you're sayin' I should — oh, that's just mean. [ she honestly won't care if he tests the strength of the stitching on these shorts by shoving his big hand underneath them, because the denim almost traps his touch against her regardless, keeps that warm cupping palm and exploring fingers from being able to drift around too much, and one stroke sends her curving back into him with a quiet sigh on her lips, dropping her hand down to rest on his forearm while he rubs between her thighs. ]

You know there's not even gonna be much of a plot. Barely anythin' for me — [ her breath hitches when his fingers brush over her clit, but she doesn't have it in her to be embarrassed about how wet she is already, how much more he's building her up just with this, turning to nudge her forehead against his jaw. ] — to recap.

[ but she's not being that loud, really, keeping her sounds to a minimum, soft little whimpers that emerge every now and then; the most obvious reaction is how her breath quickens, how her fingers clutch onto his arm a little harder. ]

[ He's content to tease her a little, enjoying and awed by the trust she has in him, so willing to fold herself into his lap and arch into his hand. Each moment they have together feels like he's learning something new about her, even if it's just the slightest change in tone to her sighs when he strokes a fingertip over her clit. ]

Mm. Still. Wouldn't wanna miss anything.

[ He turns his head to kiss the top of her head, keeping his mouth there, inhaling the scent of her shampoo as he starts to rub up and down over her cunt, spreading that slick wetness over her, the tightness of her shorts around his hand almost making it better, the constriction of her clothing making it feel somehow daring and risky. It's a strange thing to be turned on by, given their history of doing far filthier things in far more public places, but it's working on him nonetheless, his cock growing hard under the tiny movements of her shifting over his thighs. ]

[ she likes how small she feels, how all-encompassed; he’s so big in comparison that her feet don’t even touch the ground when she’s in his lap like this, dangling in the air by a good number of inches, which means she can only get so much leverage when she needs it and right now she’s more dependent on him to control the pace and pressure of his hand between her legs, straining the fabric over her skin when he starts to rub between her outer lips. ]

God, babe — [ her head lolls against his chest and she’s like a squirming, restless girl who can’t sit still, digging her nails into his arm before she smooths out her grip again. the sound of the movie blaring from the speakers isn’t deafeningly loud, but she is whispering to him beneath it, more of that sneaking act like she needs to make sure they’re not overheard. ] That’s it, touch me like that. You feel how wet I am for you?

[ of course it’s not going to escape her notice that he’s reacting to her either; how could it, when he’s big enough for her to distinguish even the slightest swell of his cock through his shorts, feel that length nudging the curve of her ass? maybe she’s retaliating a little when she purposefully rocks her hips back against him, but only because she likes knowing he’s starting to get turned on too. ] What if we had to do it slow just like this? All quiet while I’ve got your dick in me?

[ She doesn't have to wriggle around very much to have that effect on him, not when she's planted right there in his lap, entirely at his mercy. He lets out a short breath as she softly describes that fantasy, his imagination picking up the rest, negotiating those delicious lines of tension and need and propriety. ]

Yeah. Yeah. [ He breathes the words beside her ear, his fingertips finding her clit and drawing circles around it, the movements stiff and constricted by the space he's got in her shorts and not really all that slow. ] Pretty sure I could lose it without even moving like that. Think you can stay quiet?

Maaaaybe. [ she hums once, light, like a sigh, drawing in a breath and then a slightly shakier one; her head drifts against his shoulder and she spots the edge of a blanket peeking out where it's been stuffed into the opposite corner of the couch. ] Wait, here.

[ she reaches out for it, only having to strain a little for her fingers to grip a corner and tug, but then she's spreading it out across their laps, shielding everything they're doing from pretend view. but that's not the end of her plan; she braces herself to his chest and lifts her hips up while she thumbs her shorts down, shucking them past her knees until they slip down her calves and hit the floor. now he's only got her panties to contend with, fabric already damp as his knuckles stretch it, but she can spread her legs wider now beneath that blanket cover. ] Mmm, but I might have a little trouble not makin' a peep. You're gonna have to — [ she swivels back to look at him, delivering a peck to his jawline. ] — keep my mouth busy.

[ There's nothing about the plan that unfolds around and on top of him that Hellboy doesn't like. He feels the corner of his mouth hitch up when he realises what she's doing, letting her go with a little reluctance so she can lift and shimmy herself out of her shorts before settling back down in his lap like they're the picture of innocence.

He lifts his eyebrows a little at her proposal like he's thinking about it, letting his hand slip back down between her thighs under the blanket and the thin wet fabric of her underwear. Finding her wet and spread out for him is enough to send a spike of desire arrowing down into his dick no matter how many times it happens. ]

Yeah? [ He doesn't need to be told twice, ducking his head a little to meet the mouth in question with his as he slides two fingers up and down over her clit, a little faster and harder now that he has more room to move, almost boyishly eager to see how quickly he can wind her up to the point of no return. ]

[ it's almost a shame there's really no one else in this room — well, no one else but bruce, but the hyena in question, having finished his efforts on his gifted bone, is now passed out in his designated chair, oblivious to anything that might be happening on the couch nearby.

but subtlety is the name of the game they've decided to play, as she arranges herself so that her legs are spread wider, thighs draped across the both of his with his knees keeping hers open; beneath the blanket, there's plenty of suggestive motion happening to make it obvious what's going on but his mouth seals over hers and manages to at least partly stifle the whimpers he's eliciting when his fingers start to move faster, more definitively.

trying to stay quiet means she can pick up on other things, including the sound of slickness as he rubs over sensitive flesh, and she's kissing him deeply now, parting her lips for her tongue to stroke over his, tasting beer and popcorn salt. ] Mmmph — oh, Red, oh — [ the movie's long forgotten now, and he can probably tell he's winding her up plenty from the way she starts to breathe harder, tensing in his lap when that coil of heat inside her starts to wind tighter and tighter. ]

[ He leans into that kiss, sliding his tongue against hers and relishing the feel of her desperate panting breaths against his cheek, the wet rhythm of her cunt and the way she breathes his nickname, a plea or a warning, either way he's never heard it sound so good.

It's a little tempting to slow down again, to see how long he can drag her out along this edge and really get her going before he finally lets her find release, but there's a greediness to it too, a desire to make her come hard and fast, to surprise her with how much pleasure he can give -- for the first time at least.

So when she starts tensing up, he goes with her, almost pushing her back down again when her hips rise, the noise of his hand working over her becoming louder as he speeds up. ]

Good girl. [ He almost hums the words against her mouth, an edge of amusement as well as fondness, knowing by now how much she likes hearing that kind of praise, and how much he enjoys giving it to her. ]

[ he doesn't always use his strength against her, doesn't wield his size comparative to her to his own advantage, but when he presses that big hand between her legs to keep her from bucking up too much, keep her pinned so she can't undulate too decisively against his body, the chuckle she emits into their shared kiss is a clear indication that she likes him doing that, likes him preventing her from getting too squirmy. ]

And you know how to make your good girl feel nice, huh?

[ she can't do much in her current position but she can shift her weight, let her ass notch against the ridge of his dick beneath her, and press down slightly to give him that friction too, winding her arms up and behind her a little to tease her fingers against his hair so she's stretched out in his lap more obviously. ]

You know how to — [ she's interrupted by her own whine when he quickens the pace of his fingers on her. ] — how to make her come for you.

[ He's not ashamed to admit to himself that his actions are partly out of self-interest, at least in as much as keeping her held tight against him means he can grind up a little when she rolls her weight down, teasing the deliciously pent up ache of his own arousal. He grins when she laughs, enjoying that sound as much as the slide of his fingers between her legs. ]

Thought you were being quiet. [ He turns his head slightly to breathe the words next to her ear, rubbing his fingertips hard over her clit before sliding them down to circle her entrance, a reminder of another time he made her come like this, far more publicly than their current circumstances. This sort of play is still relatively new to him, but Harley makes it feel easy and natural, like so many things she does for him. ] Or are you gonna be a bad girl?

Think you like me bad. [ but her voice is a whisper too, as soft as she can make it at least, softer when it's only him she's talking to, and she closes her eyes, feels the depth of his voice in the vibrations from his chest against her back, sinks teeth into her lower lip to stifle another whimper. ]

But I can be good, I can. [ and just for a second, it's her saying a lot more than just what they're doing here. maybe it's not so obvious, even to her, that she's veering closer to admitting something else about herself but she won't dwell on it now, not when his fingers stroke down to tease a deeper penetration and she rolls her hips back again, tilting up towards them. ] Maybe good enough to get your dick in my mouth.

[ Obedient despite the control he's supposed to be exerting, Hellboy dips two fingers into her tight heat, pushing the edges of her control, testing the resistance for a few moments before withdrawing them again. He strokes them back up over her clit, gently at first, then with increasing pressure, enjoying how wet she is, the shift and rustle of her underwear against the back of his hand and the blanket warm over their laps.

He kisses the lobe of her ear and hums softly, thoughtfully. ] Let me make you come. Then you can have it.

[ it doesn't matter how long he's spent working her up; he still works a moan from her throat the second he slips thick fingers into her, the mere feeling of penetration a delicious one even if she can't see it with the blanket across their laps. it gathers more of the slickness inside her as he pulls them out, moves it to spread over her clit, and she can feel where the fabric of her panties is practically soaked now, cool and wet against her skin. ]

Please. [ she whispers it, a hush, and she can't even remember the last time she said that word to anyone, the last time anyone actually managed to get her to beg. her eyes are closed and she has his voice in her ear and his hand between her legs and she feels like she's floating higher and higher, rising toward that peak. ] Please make me come.

[ He never would have thought about it before arriving here, but it's definitely been interesting to find out what effect those words have on him, like swallowing a glass of whiskey and feeling the heat burn all the way down. He lets out a harsh breath that trembles a little, whatever role he's playing slipping in the wake of the soft desperate note in her voice. ]

Come for me, babe. [ His fingertips draw tight circles over her clit, a quick steady rhythm getting faster and stronger, relying on her reaction to guide him towards what will bring her to the edge as quick and hard as he wants her to get there. ]

[ she doesn't even have to tell him how she wants it or even how she needs it in order to come, but it turns out there's something else he does that finally shoves her right over that edge, sends her unraveling in his lap with shuddering limbs — and it's when he tells her to, whispers it right in her ear, that final push she didn't even know she wanted.

but she turns her head, cranes her neck so she can kiss him as she tenses against his fingers, squeezing her thighs together around his hand, needing the play of his lips against hers while she rolls through the delicious aftershocks of the release he's just given her. by the time she breaks the kiss she's grinning, cheeks full from the width of it. ] Mmmm, hi.

[ No matter how it happens, Hellboy's pretty sure he's never going to get over the feeling of being able to make a girl like Harley come, feeling it like a gift being handed to him every time. He kisses her deep and hard as she clenches and shakes around his hand, pulling her along with quick strokes of his fingers until the cresting wave turns into ripples of shuddering release and she relaxes, bit by bit, against him.

The grin she gives him is dazzling and he feels something tight and happy turn over in his chest, smiling back at her. ]

Hey there. [ He strokes down gently over her cunt, enjoying how wet she is and the damp warm cling of her underwear against the back of his hand. ] You think that was stealthy enough?

[ she'd basically given up on trying to be totally quiet, and that kiss, however selfish, was her way of attempting to muffle herself while also needing the feeling of his lips on hers too much. he plays her like she's some kind of instrument, moving his fingers between her legs while she vibrates, bringing her down slowly until she finally sags against the strength of his chest and only looks more glowing afterward, not too weakened or limp.

but she knows what a smile looks like from him and she chuckles, the sound hitching as he skims his fingers against her folds again, gliding slick and easy through her wetness. ]

Maybe. [ she sneaks a peek in bruce's direction; the hyena's still completely oblivious, though he's also tough to wake from a nap once he's passed out. ] Think we can get away with some more?

[ Following her gaze to the snoozing hyena, Hellboy raises his eyebrows a little at their lack of audience. He's a little tempted, as always, to see just how much noise he can wring out of them both, eager to chase his way up the new heights he's only recently started to map out. But he hasn't forgotten the promise that he's made Harley, and neither has his dick.

He glances back at her, apparently considering it. ] We won't know if we don't try.

[ Tugging his hand out from her underwear, he holds her waist as he shifts a little on the couch, making a little more space to his side. He pats the couch next to his left thigh. ] C'mere then. Don't want you outta reach.

I'm not goin' anywhere. [ it's a promise that carries more weight behind it as she sits up, swiveling at the waist so that she can face him more directly, and then leans in to deliver a peck to the end of his nose, following it up with a longer smooch to his lips. maybe it ends up being a little longer than that because she always gets caught up in kissing him, but eventually she'll remember what she was supposed to be doing.

the sensation of her panties, cool and damp between her thighs, is a naughty reminder of what they've just been doing, and she slips off his lap but only goes as far as the adjacent cushion, tucking her legs underneath herself so she can perch in a kneel beside him. ]

Besides, I promised you somethin' first. [ she flashes a wink at him and then her hands are descending to the front of his shorts, noting with no shortage of pleasure that he's already significantly tenting out the fabric. ] Maybe we should see how much of that movie you can pay attention to when my mouth's wrapped around your dick.

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